The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 120

Mo Junting's eyes shot out a touch of coldness: "Which bastard?"

"It's that bastard." Yan Zhixin rubbed her stomach, "Brother Lin Chen invited him to eat Australian lobster, and he hasn't eaten enough yet. He won't have anything to eat when he comes here."

Mo Junting once again ordered Ling Shan who was on standby at the old Mo family house: "Prepare Australian lobsters."

Yan Zhixin looked up happily: "Really?"

Mo Junting didn't want to talk anymore.

A drunk Yan Zhixin is just as difficult to deal with as a sober Yan Zhixin!
Yan Zhixin was a little tired from tossing and tossing for a long time, but with alcohol on her mind, she was inexplicably excited and was always moving around.

Mo Junting pressed her waist: "Don't move, otherwise the Australian lobster will be cancelled."

Yan Zhixin immediately stopped moving, and obediently said, "I want Australian lobsters, but I won't move."

After a while, Mo Junting found that the person in his arms was not moving. He couldn't help looking down at her. She was sitting upright as if she was practicing sitting posture in a police academy. Her eyes were staring at the front, beautiful and soft. The profile of his face looked extremely serious, and his pink lips moved slightly.

He listened with his ear, only to hear her muttering to herself like a sutra: "I want Australian lobster, I won't move, I want Australian lobster, I won't move, I won't move..."

Mo Junting: "..."

Not moving, Yan Zhixin successfully hypnotized herself, her beautiful eyes drooped, and her consciousness gradually became blurred...

Back at the old house of the Mo family, Mo Junting picked up the half-asleep girl, carried her into the bedroom of the old house, and put her on his bed.

He leaned over and looked down at her. She was always so beautiful when she was quiet, which made him want to care for her involuntarily.

But when she was awake, she was always angry with him.

The mattress was soft, and Yan Zhixin felt something different, her eyes that were about to close together opened again, looking at the handsome face in front of her with some blankness.

"Do you still want to drink?" Mo Junting asked suddenly.

Yan Zhixin said without hesitation: "Oh, I think so."

"Kiss me," Mo Junting leaned slightly closer to her, his warm breath brushing against her face, his voice was low and almost bewitching, "I'll let you drink."

Yan Zhixin hugged his neck without hesitation, and kissed him on the cheek with a "baji".

When she kissed his face, the man's breath became clearly audible, and the temperature of his breath almost burned her skin.

When his hot palm pressed against her cool palm, she subconsciously held her breath.

But she didn't know if it was the influence of alcohol, but she didn't have the urge to push him away, but just looked at him, her mind went blank.

His pair of slightly blue eyes were deeper than usual, and there seemed to be a dark flame jumping deep in the bottom of his eyes.

Heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but at that moment, Yan Zhixin seemed to see an imperceptible affection in his eyes.

Under her burning gaze, Mo Junting raised his eyes to look at her, then leaned over and kissed her.

His movements were very light, not at all cold and domineering as usual.

All of a sudden, all her senses were filled with his breath.

He was obviously just a simple movement, as if to devour her...

In fact, he is not very used to kissing others, and his actions don't appear to be very skilled.

It's just that he is usually domineering, and she has no time or focus to pay attention to him in panic.

When he softened his movements, he could no longer hide it with arrogance.

And from his gentle movements, she also felt a little... déjà vu.

(End of this chapter)