The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 161 I Can't Sleep
Yan Zhi was so angry that she just wanted to strangle him to death.

Does he have anything else on his mind besides sleep?

The dignified Bingshan Emperor only thinks about these messy things, why hasn't the imperial family collapsed yet?
Just as she was considering whether to resort to amputation, Mo Junting said again: "Just sleep, I won't move you."

Yan Zhixin paused, seeing that he didn't seem to be joking, she couldn't help asking: "Why?"

Mo Junting's warm breath brushed against her face, itching, as if he was holding a feather and lightly touching her heart: "Because I can't sleep."

Yan Zhi smiled angrily: "What's the use of asking me if you can't sleep? I can't let you fall asleep."

Mo Junting's thin lips parted slightly: "You can."

Yan Zhixin: "..."

The two breathed and heard each other.

Mo Junting just stared at her like this, his slightly blue eyes were like the sea under the moonlight, shimmering with waves, dangerous and charming, but extremely serious.

For a moment, Yan Zhixin had the illusion that her heart was beating faster.

She recovered quickly and stretched out her hand to push him: "I haven't blown my hair yet."

A trace of helplessness flashed in Mo Junting's eyes, he got up first, and then sat her up again: "I'll blow it up for you."

"No, no, I'll do it myself."

Yan Zhixin jumped out of bed like her butt was on fire, took the hair dryer and rushed into the bathroom.

After closing the door and plugging in the electricity, Yan Zhixin looked in the mirror while blowing her hair, and when she saw herself in the mirror with a blushing face and bright eyes, she suddenly felt a little limp.

calm down!

She said to herself in her heart.

However, facing Mo Junting's gentleness like water, it was really difficult for her to calm down!

She has experienced his cruelty and cruelty and also seen his gentle pampering, and she will always unconsciously fantasize that it would be great if he could always be so gentle.

Now, he is really gentle.

She couldn't help but want to fall into his tenderness, but there was a faint fear in her heart.

What if he suddenly revealed his true colors?
It feels like playing with fire.

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, I am greedy for the warmth of fire, but I am afraid of playing with fire and setting myself on fire.

Amidst the sound of the hair dryer, she thought wildly for a while, and when her hair was about to dry, she put away the messy thoughts and thought about the most important question: how to drive Mo Junting away!

scold him?

He will definitely kiss back!
Thinking of his kiss, Yan Zhixin only felt her scalp go numb, and hurriedly snapped it off.

beat him?

Can't beat it!
Go downstairs and call grandpa and grandma up?

Grandpa and grandma are light sleepers, and it is a heinous crime to disturb their sleep.

Looking for foreign aid?
The key is who to look for?
Brother and sister Lin Lan obviously can't beat him, who else among her friends can beat him?
How about asking Ling Feng to come over and take him back?

Yan Zhixin reached for her mobile phone, but regretfully found that she did not bring her mobile phone into the bathroom.

no solution anymore.

Let's take a step by step.

Yan Zhixin put down the hair dryer and walked out of the bathroom resignedly.

Mo Junting was still leaning on the bed, with the quilt pulled up to his waist. He was tall and straight, and the big bed that she could roll at will immediately became cramped. She said with a mournful face, "Mo Mo, your room is next door."

Mo Junting didn't answer, but looked at her calmly, his eyes were like the stars in the dark night, very calm, but with a touch of indescribable danger.

Uh...can't escape?
Yan Zhixin bit the bullet and said: "I don't have good sleeping habits. I can snore, grind my teeth, talk in sleep, and kick people randomly. I think you need to think carefully."

(End of this chapter)