"Are you okay?" A man's cold voice came from the doorway.
Jin Jumo closed her eyes, walked to the door, took a deep breath, and softly said, "I'm fine, I just overindulged during lunch."
Jin Jumo waited at the door for a while, but didn't hear the man speak; her wavering peach blossom eyes landed on the trash basket.
Tonight, they would definitely be in the same room, and if he used the bathroom, he'd easily see what's inside...
Rong Mochen, such a shrewd person, wouldn't be easy to deceive.
No way.
She had to find a way to get rid of these things without letting him see them.
After nearly half an hour, Jin Jumo finally left the bathroom.
Rong Mochen was on the phone, his deep black eyes paused on Jin Jumo, and his gaze never left her.
Jin Jumo knew exactly what he was looking at.
The reason it took half an hour for Jin Jumo to come out of the bathroom was because she took a shower in there.
And now, she was only wrapped in a small bath towel.
By "small bath towel,"