Chapter 257: Chapter 249: Do You Want Me to Leave or Stay?
Lying still in a spacious bathtub with her eyes closed, Jin Jumo immersed her body in warm water, as if she had fallen asleep.
Unsure how long she had been soaking in the water, Jin Jumo only felt her entire body growing cold, inch by inch, as the stiffness and powerlessness in her limbs replayed like a nightmare.
Jin Jumo suddenly opened her eyes, beads of sweat dripped down heavily from her forehead.
Her body was abruptly lifted up.
Jin Jumo shivered fiercely, turning her panicked peach blossom eyes towards the top.
The face that came into view was somber and indifferent.
Yet, the deep eyes staring back at her made her clearly see the tension and confusion.
Jin Jumo opened her lips, taking deep breaths.
Suddenly, she straightened her back, her white arms forcefully wrapped around the man’s strong neck, her cold, unheated little face pressed tightly against the man’s icy side face, like an abandoned child repeatedly rubbing and absorbing the scarce warmth on his face.
Rong Mochen’s coldness melted easily by Jin Jumo’s act, leaving only tenderness on his handsome face, and nothing else.
His long arms held her slender body even tighter, carrying her towards the exit of the bathroom.
Master bedroom.
Rong Mochen looked helplessly at the little woman clinging to him like an octopus, his black eyes filled with a mix of frustration and doting, his gentle voice carrying a soft, low laugh, "Do you plan to hold on to me like this forever?"
Jin Jumo refused to let go, her earlobes already flushed, her peach blossom eyes filled with shyness, "Close your eyes."
Rong Mochen’s broad palm supported her smooth hip, silently laughing at the sexy dark patterns in the corner of his eyes, he rasped, "So dramatic."
Jin Jumo, embarrassed and annoyed, gave him a sideways glance.
Rong Mochen raised his eyebrows, reluctantly closing his eyes, "Is it okay now?"
Jin Jumo stared at his eyes for a moment, exhaled softly, and then slowly released her arms.
The moment her body left his warm chest, Jin Jumo shivered again, quickly pulling the velvet blanket over herself.
Once she settled down, Jin Jumo looked at the person who still had his eyes closed, whispering, "It’s okay now."
Rong Mochen slowly opened his eyes, his black eyes looking at Jin Jumo, as if they were embedded with countless starlights, so bright that one dared not look directly.
Jin Jumo’s long eyelashes trembled twice, then her gaze shifted away from his face slightly.
Rong Mochen stared at her for a while, then stood up.
Jin Jumo’s eyelids twitched, looking at him, "Are you leaving?"
Rong Mochen hesitated slightly, sparks of fire ignited in his black eyes, staring at her, "Do you want me to leave, or not leave?"
Jin Jumo furrowed her brows, seemingly torn.
Rong Mochen held his breath slightly, patiently watching her.
After a while, Jin Jumo softly said, "Be... careful on the way."
Rong Mochen’s eyes flickered with disappointment, pressing his thin lips, and silently walked out of the master bedroom.
The sound of the door closing rang out, Jin Jumo’s hands underneath the blanket clenched tightly, a faint trace of sadness fleeting across her clear face.
Jin Jumo wrapped herself tightly with the blanket, yet she still felt cold.
Her petite body curled up in a ball, appearing extra small on the large bed.
The soft sound of the master bedroom door opening made Jin Jumo’s back stiffen.
The quiet and steady footsteps approached from behind.
Then, the bed behind her suddenly sank down.
Under the cover of the quilt, Jin Jumo slowly opened her eyes.
The moment her waist was wrapped by a long arm through the blanket, Jin Jumo abandoned all her shyness, tossed aside the quilt, and threw herself over, her slender arms tightly encircling the man’s robust waist, her cold little face pressed against his steadily beating heart, hoarsely saying, "Don’t go."
The instant her body was held tightly, tears glistened in Jin Jumo’s eyes, and she pressed herself closer against him.
The man’s black eyes in the dark absorbed the moonlight’s tenderness and affection.
One arm tightly embraced Jin Jumo’s trembling body, the other pulled the quilt over both of them, his thin lips pressed against her ear, "I won’t go."
"I’m cold." Jin Jumo’s voice trembled, almost breaking.
Rong Mochen frowned, his thin lips finding Jin Jumo’s trembling lips, giving a firm kiss, "Wait."
As he spoke, Rong Mochen released Jin Jumo, sitting up slightly, quickly took off his finely tailored suit and expensive white shirt, hesitating for a moment before ultimately deciding not to take off his pants.
As Rong Mochen lay back down, Jin Jumo, like an ice figure just fished out from a cold pool, instinctively snuggled in.
Rong Mochen’s breath tightened, holding her close.
But after less than three seconds, the little woman in his arms grew restless.
Her soft waist wriggled continuously in his embrace.
The veins on Rong Mochen’s temples pulsed, punishingly biting Jin Jumo’s ear.
Jin Jumo trembled all over at the bite, quieting down for a moment.
Just when Rong Mochen thought she had calmed down, a pitiful voice came from his arms, "That... that bumped into me."
"..." Rong Mochen’s face warmed, at this moment, he felt somewhat relieved that it was nighttime, no one could see his reddened face.
Slightly twitching the corners of his mouth, Rong Mochen spoke in a low voice, "Bear with it."
"...I can’t." Jin Jumo was almost in tears.
Rong Mochen felt a bit irritated, looking down at her.
Jin Jumo sniffled, "Can’t you move it away?"
Move it away, how?
Rong Mochen’s face darkened, holding back his words.
Jin Jumo squirmed a couple more times, growing impatient herself, angrily pushing him away, "Forget it, you go."
"..."
Rong Mochen had an urge to squeeze her to death.
Resisting again and again, Rong Mochen grasped her shoulders and pulled her back into his embrace, speaking in a cold and aloof tone, "Stop making trouble!"
Jin Jumo took several deep breaths in anger, suddenly raising her head. Her peach blossom eyes were glistening even more with anger, like two gems in the night, "I’m uncomfortable!"
"..." As if he was comfortable! Rong Mochen glared at her.
Rong Mochen’s back was tense, "Little Mo..."
"Don’t yell at me, your belt is hurting me!" Jin Jumo puffed her cheeks, her hands busy with Rong Mochen’s belt.
Rong Mochen, "..."
Rong Mochen didn’t speak for a long while.
Clearly, someone had misunderstood!
With great effort, Jin Jumo finally loosened Rong Mochen’s belt, took a couple of breaths, and then nestled back into his embrace with peace of mind.
Rong Mochen stared at the small head resting against his chest, his dark eyes extremely complex.
After this little episode, the room fell silent once again.
The breaths brushing against his chest were soft and gentle, very peaceful.
Yet Rong Mochen felt more and more restless inside.
The next moment.
Rong Mochen freed a hand, cupping one side of Jin Jumo’s face, slowly lifting it.
When Jin Jumo’s enchanting peach blossom eyes met his, Rong Mochen could no longer restrain himself and lowered his head, sealing her tightly pressed lips.
Jin Jumo’s heart quivered, instinctively struggling.
Rong Mochen held her shoulders, rolling over and pressing down, seeking a deeper kiss.
Under the starlit moonlight streaming through the window, Jin Jumo gazed at the exquisitely handsome face before her, her peach blossom eyes flickering, and she unknowingly gave up resisting.
Feeling her surrender, Rong Mochen’s actions became more daring.
The distinct sound of a zipper being lowered slipped into the air.
Jin Jumo instinctively closed her legs, but in an instant, he forcefully parted them.
"Rong Mochen!" Jin Jumo exclaimed tightly.
Rong Mochen paused slightly, his dark eyes staring intensely at Jin Jumo, "It’s me."
Jin Jumo clenched her hands in panic, her voice hoarse, "You said before, if I didn’t agree, you wouldn’t touch me."
Rong Mochen narrowed his dark eyes, "You disagree?"
Jin Jumo’s lower lip trembled pale, "Do your words still count?"
Rong Mochen remained silent for a long time, "Yes."
Jin Jumo suddenly tugged her lips, raising her soft hands to gently cup his tense face, slowly pulling him down.
Rong Mochen’s black eyes narrowed tightly, watching her rosy lips inch closer to his, his often cold heart in the left atrium flaring uncontrollably with passion, "Little Mo..."
"Waaaaah..."
A loud cry suddenly burst from outside the door.
At that moment, their lips were less than a millimeter apart.
Yet.
In an instant, Rong Mochen was fiercely pushed away by the woman beneath him.
Jin Jumo jumped off the bed in a fluster, picking up Rong Mochen’s shirt and slipping it on.
She even rushed out without giving Rong Mochen a chance to speak.
Rong Mochen glanced at a certain elevated view, his chilly lips twitching fiercely.
"Waaaaah..." Jin Jumo rushed into Xixi and Hanhan’s room, turning on the light.
She saw Xixi sitting cross-legged on the bed, crying so much she was a little tearful mess.
While Hanhan sat facing Xixi, arms crossed and eyebrows knitted in a frown, clearly woken by Xixi’s sudden cries and grumpy from being disturbed!
Jin Jumo quickly walked over, picking up Xixi and placing her on her lap, soothing the little girl’s heaving chest, "What’s wrong, sweetheart?"
Xixi lifted her tear-streaked eyes and took a glance at Jin Jumo, tears streaming down like a string of broken pearls, "Mommy, mommy..."
As she cried, Xixi reached out with her chubby arms, clinging to Jin Jumo’s arms and pulling herself up from Jin Jumo’s lap, hugging her neck tightly and calling her anxiously over and over.
Jin Jumo suddenly felt as if someone was slicing her heart with a knife, holding Xixi tightly, soothingly kissing her little head, "Mommy’s here, mommy’s here, sweetheart."
"Waaaaah..." Xixi kept crying, her little white face stained with fear.
Rong Mochen walked into the room, and what he saw was Xixi clutching Jin Jumo and not letting go, her eyes, nose, and little mouth all red from crying.
The sudden tenderness in his heart made Rong Mochen tighten his cold lips, the dark fierceness in his eyes surging uncontrollably.
Only when he approached Xixi did he lower his soft dark lashes, covering the frightening ruthlessness in his eyes.
Hearing footsteps behind her, Jin Jumo just glanced sideways.
Rong Mochen walked to the bed, spreading his large palm over Hanhan’s little head.
Hanhan raised his eyes to glance at him, pursed his little mouth slightly, took a breath, and reached out to hold Xixi’s small hands wrapped around Jin Jumo’s neck.
Between sobs, Xixi took a moment to lift her wet lashes and glanced at Hanhan.
"Brother and Mommy are both here with Xixi, don’t be afraid," Hanhan said.
Hanhan only mentioned Brother and Mommy and didn’t refer to Rong Mochen.