The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 1040
I don't know if it's because people are particularly vulnerable when they are sick, the dependence in his words is simply incredible.

His hair leaned against her hand limply, her heart was so soft that she said softly: "I won't go."

Mo Junting's illness came so suddenly that Yan Zhixin didn't dare to take it lightly. After he calmed down, he immediately picked up the mobile phone on the bedside table and dialed Ling Feng's number.

Ling Feng hurried over to take his temperature and take medicine.

Her body is not fully recovered yet, and it is easy to be infected. Ling Feng wanted her to leave, but Mo Junting still held onto her while he was asleep. Ling Feng had no choice but to let her stay by his side.

He burned all night.

Ling Feng stood by the bed, but Mo Junting woke up, saw him in his bedroom, and immediately drove him out.

Ling Feng had no choice but to hand over the burden of taking care of Mo Junting to Yan Zhixin.

Yan Zhixin was helpless, leaning against the head of the bed, with a cold hand on his forehead.

Just when he was about to close his eyes, he leaned closer to her, put his arms around her waist, and softly called: "Yanzhi..."

Yan Zhixin looked down at him: "What's wrong?"

Mo Junting said with a hoarse voice, "Sing me a song, will you?"

Yan Zhixin was suddenly embarrassed.

She is tone deaf: "I can't sing."

When Mo Junting got sick, he seemed to be 20 years old, and acted like a child: "I want to listen."

Yan Zhixin supported her forehead.

If outsiders saw him like this, their jaws would probably drop.

She decided to leave some evidence.

After quietly making him act like a baby twice, she turned off her phone contentedly and searched for songs that she could sing in her mind.

Apart from the school songs, she can probably sing only a few songs she learned before elementary school——

Yan Zhixin looked at him: "Are you sure you want to listen?"

Mo Junting nodded.

"Okay." Yan Zhi said heartily, "Don't laugh after listening."

Yan Zhixin sang: "I have a little donkey, I never ride it, one day I rode it to the market on a whim..."

It was only after the third sentence that it was out of tune.

Mo Junting wanted to hold back his laughter, but he couldn't, he laughed so loudly that Yan Zhixin could feel his chest trembling when leaning against him.

She became angry from embarrassment, and covered his mouth with her hand: "Don't laugh."

Mo Junting's feverish breath brushed against her palm, and she felt a numbness in her palm, so she quickly withdrew her hand.

Mo Junting didn't let her move: "You have to kiss to let her go."

Yan Zhixin: "..."

He closed his eyes, tilted his head slightly and waited for her.

Yan Zhixin: "..."

Really helpless, she leaned over and kissed her on the chin: "Okay."

Mo Junting was dissatisfied: "The position is wrong."

Yan Zhixin rolled his eyes at him, held his face, and lightly kissed him on his lips like a dragonfly.

Mo Junting's eyes darkened: "Yanzhi, I still want..."

Yan Zhixin was taken aback by him: "Bastard! I haven't healed from my injuries, and my confinement is not over yet! You're still running a fever! What are you thinking about!"

In his unclear consciousness, her cursing in a low voice didn't look like resistance, but like coquettishness.

Mo Junting smiled, pulled her down and locked her in his arms, rubbing his chin on the top of her hair: "I didn't say anything, what are you thinking?"

Only then did Yan Zhixin realize that she had overreacted, and her face turned red.

Mo Junting gently pinched her face: "Yanzhi, it's good to have you here."

(End of this chapter)