Rong Mochen pinched her chin, staring into Jin Jumo's black eyes with a penetrating shrewdness, his tone chilling, "What happened?"
Jin Jumo held her breath lightly, her dense eyelashes slightly drawn down, whispering, "Caught a cold..."
Before she could finish her words, the mask on her face was torn off by the man's large hand.
Jin Jumo's pupils dilated, staring at him in shock.
Rong Mochen stared at Jin Jumo's swollen left cheek, his gaze like a blade scraping against her, the veins on his temples dangerously bulging, his voice deep and cold, "Who hit you?"
Jin Jumo almost didn't dare look at his face, lowering her eyelids, her breathing unsteady, "Hit the door..."
"Jin Jumo!" Rong Mochen shouted low.
Jin Jumo's face quivered, her eyelids lowered even more, but her delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly in grievance, and after a while, she whispered, "Why are you so fierce?"
