CHAPTER 38: CHAPTER 38: RONG MOCHEN: LITTLE MO, COME HERE! (3)

"..." Rong Mochen was stunned for a moment, pursed his lips in silence, then said, "Isn’t it mid-month?"

Mid-month?

Jin Jumo was shocked!

How did he know that her menstrual cycle usually comes mid-month?

Jin Jumo’s menstrual cycle has always been very punctual, with a regular cycle, typically coming two days early the first time and then two days later the next, so it’s always around mid-month.

Jin Jumo looked at Rong Mochen, her face turning a ghastly pale green.

Suddenly remembered, it seemed that he never sought her out during those few days of menstruation every month...

Besides, how could she forget that Rong Mochen is a numbers freak, very sensitive to numbers!!

Jin Jumo felt somber inside, working hard to fabricate, "Last month, my diet and schedule were irregular, I ate a lot of spicy and cold food, and often stayed up late, causing a hormonal imbalance, so it was delayed more than half a month this time..."

Hearing that Jin Jumo ate cold and spicy food and stayed up late, Rong Mochen instinctively frowned.

But he didn’t doubt what Jin Jumo said.

Jin Jumo cautiously peeked at him a few times, seeing he wasn’t suspicious, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

And just at that moment, the doorbell rang.

Rong Mochen’s brows furrowed deeper, glancing back at the door.

Jin Jumo bit her lip and whispered, "It might be Assistant Fu."

Rong Mochen was slightly taken aback, seemingly a bit surprised how Jin Jumo knew.

Jin Jumo twitched her lips, "I asked Assistant Fu to help me buy something..."

Rong Mochen looked puzzled.

Jin Jumo blushed, "For menstrual periods, the thing girls need."

However, what Jin Jumo said was as good as nothing.

Because someone didn’t know what girls use during their period at all.

Seeing his expression still confused, Jin Jumo’s cheeks twitched slightly.

Perhaps noticing no one opening the door for a while, Fu Mulan called Jin Jumo’s phone.

Jin Jumo glanced at the flashing phone on the coffee table, meekly looked towards Rong Mochen.

Rong Mochen also saw the words "Assistant Fu" on Jin Jumo’s phone, so he had to let Jin Jumo go.

Jin Jumo properly covered her stomach, just about to skirt around him to open the door.

But her arm was held by him.

Jin Jumo looked at him blankly.

Rong Mochen’s face was expressionless, gently holding Jin Jumo’s shoulders as he sat on the sofa, then he walked to the door.

Watching Rong Mochen’s tall back, Jin Jumo’s heart clenched for a moment.

The door opened.

"Miss Jin, the things you wanted..." Not expecting Rong Mochen to open the door, Fu Mulan was stunned at mid-sentence.

Rong Mochen didn’t look at Fu Mulan but stared at the items in her hands.

Fu Mulan reacted, holding her breath slightly, "President, Miss Jin..."

"Give me the item." Rong Mochen said.

"...What, what?" Fu Mulan stammered.

Rong Mochen slightly furrowed his brows.

Fu Mulan, seemingly understanding, quickly handed over the item, "This is what Miss Jin wanted."

"Mhm." Rong Mochen took it and, just as he was about to close the door, Fu Mulan suddenly cried out.

"Ah..."

Rong Mochen’s hand paused in closing the door, looking at Fu Mulan with indifferent dark eyes.

Fu Mulan, usually calm, went pale, her eyes wide with panic staring at Rong Mochen’s abdomen, "Blood, blood..."

Sitting on the sofa in the living room, Jin Jumo heard Fu Mulan’s words, her lips tightened: cough, cough, cough, that’s not blood, it’s the caviar she didn’t finish at lunch!

Rong Mochen glanced down at the "blood" on the white bathrobe, his black eyes narrowed slightly, calmly saying, "It’s not mine."

Then he closed the door, leaving behind a stupefied Fu Mulan stuck at the doorway.

Side-eyeing the approaching Rong Mochen, Jin Jumo adjusted her facial expression, looked up at him with a meek gaze, "I didn’t mean to."

She meant the "blood" on his bathrobe.

At this moment, Jin Jumo’s face was white, her pink lips were also pale, and her big black eyes looked at him innocently and pitifully. Somehow, his heart twisted slightly.

Raising his hand to rub her head, his tone was gentle, "I’m not blaming you, what’s making you tense?"

Jin Jumo’s eyes trembled lightly, she bent her brows, looking at what was in his hands, "Thank you, Mr. Rong."

Rong Mochen’s gaze shifted downwards.

Jin Jumo’s cheeks turned crimson, biting her lips, she snatched the items from his hand and quickly got up to walk briskly towards the bedroom bathroom.

At that moment, she completely forgot she was currently playing the role of "weak", dashing like the wind.

Rong Mochen’s eyebrows raised slightly.

Because of the "period" visit, Jin Jumo avoided many concerns.

Only, sharing the same bed with someone in the evening still made her a bit unaccustomed.

So, she had insomnia!

"Can’t sleep?"

Jin Jumo just slightly turned over...

In the darkness, Jin Jumo stared at the man’s ink-black eyes, "Did I wake you?"

Rong Mochen furrowed his brows slightly, not speaking.

With warm and soft jade in his arms, yet unable to do anything.

How could he possibly sleep?

He reached out to pull Jin Jumo into his embrace, one large hand precisely landing on Jin Jumo’s stomach, "Does it hurt?"

His hand, likely warmed in the duvet, was quite cozy.

Waves of warmth spread through his palm, soothing her skin.

Jin Jumo’s limbs seemingly warmed along with it.

"It’s okay, not very painful." Jin Jumo answered very guiltily.

Rong Mochen gently caressed Jin Jumo’s abdomen, his movements tender, if Jin Jumo didn’t already know his cold nature, she would definitely think he was a gentle man.

"Does it always hurt this much?" After a long while, Rong Mochen’s uniquely deep voice rumbled.

Not really!

Many girls suffer from dysmenorrhea, but Jin Jumo was lucky; her period not only didn’t hurt but also never lasted more than four days.

But this time, to act convincingly, she...

But she certainly couldn’t say that now.

"Sometimes it hurts a lot, sometimes it’s okay." Jin Jumo lowered her voice.

Rong Mochen gazed down at her, a dark fire burning in his black eyes.

Jin Jumo couldn’t see it, all her attention was on his big hand resting on her stomach.

Because she noticed, gradually, the hand was starting to move upward.

Her breathing quickened slightly.

Jin Jumo’s skin gradually heated up.

The nerves in her brain stretched tighter and tighter until finally, when his hand reached a place it shouldn’t have, she sharply sucked in a breath, "Mr. Rong..."

"Shh."

In the end, Jin Jumo was so stiff she couldn’t move, her whole face trembling, her sweet voice becoming hoarse and choked due to extreme nervousness and helplessness, "Mr. Rong."

"..." Rong Mochen’s heart trembled slightly, and he halted.

The next day when Jin Jumo woke up, Rong Mochen had already left, the cool bed beside her leaving her a bit bewildered, as if they hadn’t shared a bed the night before.

Getting out of bed, Jin Jumo instinctively touched her stomach.

Even now, she felt a sense of unreality and confusion.

After finishing her wash-up in the bathroom, Jin Jumo changed into an off-white long-knit pullover and white pencil pants for a more homely look.

The room’s heating was sufficient, so dressing like this didn’t feel cold.

Leaving the bedroom, she immediately saw Fu Mulan standing in the living room, arms folded, her expression indifferent like an unfeeling robot.

Upon hearing footsteps, Fu Mulan turned her head slightly, looking at Jin Jumo, "Miss Jin, lunch is already on the table."

Lunch?

Jin Jumo’s lips twitched lightly, lifting her eyelids to glance at Fu Mulan.

Heh, twelve twenty, very good!

Jin Jumo didn’t say anything, heading towards the dining room.

"The item I bought for Miss Jin yesterday, is it suitable?" Fu Mulan’s voice followed her.

"Yes, it’s suitable." Jin Jumo replied casually, looking back at Fu Mulan.

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