The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 1085 I want an answer no matter what

As if he didn't matter to her.

Every time he saw Yan Zhixin like this before, Mo Junting wanted her to cry.

Now, he dare not.

He faintly felt that Yan Zhixin was alienating him with a slow but firm gesture.

If he pushes too hard, she may leave him more quickly and decisively.

However, he was very uncomfortable.

His heart seemed to be stabbed severely by thorns, and his hand holding the steering wheel kept tightening, and his fingertips turned white.

A few minutes later, he slammed on the brakes, pulled over and stopped: "Yanzhi."

He turned around and looked at her, his voice was husky with depression, a trace of compromise mixed with faint sadness: "I've never been with other women, it's impossible to even touch hands, and I won't Like them. If any other woman has said anything to you, you can always ask me for confirmation."

Yan Zhixin looked at him, and unconsciously clenched her hands tightly.

He is obviously such a tough and proud person, but now, he has completely restrained his toughness, and even has a bit of rare weakness, which makes people feel sad when they look at him.

Not only that, but he also said to her in a particularly vulnerable tone: "Don't leave me, okay?"

Yan Zhixin couldn't bear his gaze a little bit, she turned her face away, not looking at him.

Time seems to be extremely long.

Seeing her delay in answering, Mo Junting's heart sank inch by inch, and his frowning brows slowly became bitter.

But he still watched her closely, wanting an answer no matter what.

I don't know when, it suddenly rained outside the window, and soon it enveloped the whole world.

The rain slapped on the car window, making a soft sound, as if there was only their car left in the world, only her and him.

She turned her face away, about to speak.

Mo Junting suddenly panicked.

He was afraid to hear words from her mouth that he couldn't bear.

Seeing that Yan Zhixin was about to say something, he leaned over anxiously and blocked it with his mouth.

As a result, her words became vague: "Woo..."

She struggled to push him away.

Mo Junting was even more anxious. He clasped her neck with one hand and wrapped her waist with the other, locking her tightly in his arms, preventing her from moving——

The car warmed up.

The world is going away, the sound of raindrops can't be heard, and finally even the reason is flying to the sky.

With a fiery temperature that could burn everything, he burned her from head to toe.

I don't know how long it took to go from distracted to sentimental, to gentle and restrained.

The rain stopped.

Yan Zhixin leaned back on the chair and closed her eyes.

What she wanted to say, she never had the chance to say it from the beginning to the end.

Mo Junting stared at her peaceful sleeping face, with her small face leaning against the armrest, her long hair hanging down, half covering her delicate and beautiful facial features, with a blush still remaining.

The man's eyes were heavy, and he leaned down slightly, watching her face quietly.

Feeling her warm breath brushing against his face, he had a look of satisfaction on his face, he stretched out his hand to brush away the hair on her face, but involuntarily put it under his nose to smell it lightly.

(End of this chapter)