The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 1177 Can't bear to refuse

Did it go out?
After finishing the study, Yan Zhixin was about to turn around and leave when the balcony door of the study opened suddenly, which startled her.

With the influx of cold wind, in the darkness, a slender figure walked in.

It was the person she was looking for.

She didn't turn on the light.

With the light reflected from the snow outside, she could clearly see the disappointment that could not be concealed in his deep eyes.

She couldn't help asking: "What happened?"

Mo Junting didn't answer her right away, but strode up to her and hugged her tightly.

At this moment, he was not an upright man, but like a wounded child who needed comfort.

He blew a lot of cold wind outside, and she didn't have much clothes on. As soon as he hugged her, she shivered coldly.

However, she didn't push him away, but hugged him back hard, and gently stroked his back with her hand.

After being with him, she often felt that there was too little she could do for him.

She knew that he was not as invincible as outsiders seemed.

She also knew what he needed.

However, she always felt that compared to everything he did for her, she could do too little for him.

It was like on this night of his birthday, the only thing she could do was hug him and let him know that she was by his side.

Mo Junting reacted extremely quickly, and immediately let go of her.

Yan Zhixin held his cold hand: "It's okay."

Mo Junting lowered his eyes, stared at her quietly for a while, and suddenly said hoarsely: "Yanzhi, I'm sorry."

Yan Zhixin was stunned: "Huh?"

"sorry."

Mo Junting murmured that he wanted Ning Xianya to accept her, and was willing to apologize to her for what he had done in the past, and then he would successfully untie her knot, and they got married happily.

However, he found that he couldn't even do the first step.

Instead, after he spoke with Ning Xianya, the shadow of being abandoned in his childhood flooded his mind again.

He wanted to go back to his room, to turn to her for comfort.

He didn't want these negative things to affect her, so he chose to blow the air on the balcony.

When he saw her coming to him, the emotions he had suppressed for a long time finally surged up, and he asked her himself: "Let's get married, shall we?"

Only by marrying her, only by explicitly making her his, could he remove his insecurities.

Yan Zhixin was stunned.

From being sorry to getting married, the topic jumped too fast.

She couldn't react a bit.

He raised his hand, straightened her hair that had just been blown away by the strong wind, and asked again: "Are you okay?"

Yan Zhixin didn't know how to answer for a while.

She wanted to shake her head, but seeing his almost pleading expression, she couldn't bear to refuse.

While she was hesitating on how to answer, Mo Junting already knew the answer.

He hugged her tightly, as if he wanted to use all his strength to rub her into his own flesh and blood.

After a while, he calmed down, leaned over and kissed her forehead with a wry smile: "It's cold outside, let's go back."

The two returned to the room in silence.

Yan Zhixin didn't know what to say the whole time, but Mo Junting seemed a little more relaxed than her: "I just asked as a routine, when do you want to get married, and it's not too late to agree."

Yan Zhixin was stunned the whole time, and could only nod along with his words.

Seeing her relieved expression, Mo Junting covered his eyes weakly.

He couldn't do the first step.

It is obviously impossible to jump directly to the last step.

(End of this chapter)