The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 163 He Doesn't Need Sympathy

【It took me a long time to realize that what he wants is you, not a dead thing with your breath. 】

[Although I don't understand why, I'm glad to have you. 】

【Refill】

Yan Zhixin: "..."

Mo Junting insomnia?
Can Mo Junting sleep well beside her?

really?
People with insomnia usually have severe dark circles under their eyes, but she has never seen anything like this on his face.

Yan Zhixin typed cracklingly: 【You say that in the hope that I will sympathize with him and acquiesce in his coming to rub the bed? 】

Ling Feng smiled: [Young master does not need sympathy.Of course, you tacitly promise to make yourself happy, otherwise, if the young master gets angry, you can only become a princess in the castle. 】

Is this a threat to her that if she doesn't obey, he will take him captive to King's Landing Island and he won't be able to get out?
so bad!

Yan Zhixin had the urge to take a picture of Mo Junting's face with her mobile phone.

She looked at Mo Junting depressedly, and was surprised to find that her eyes were closed and she had fallen asleep.

Yan Zhixin muttered dissatisfiedly: "It's so easy to fall asleep and you still say you have insomnia..."

With the moonlight coming in from the window, she could vaguely see his long and tight eyelashes cast a small shadow under his eyes, his facial features faded and his lines became softer, just like the angel Ling Feng said.

Suddenly a little soft-hearted.

Regardless of whether Ling Feng's words were true or not, it was not easy for him to climb over the wall just to sleep with her in his arms.

Thinking about it again, he slept soundly, but what about her?
She was in the same bed as him, so she couldn't sleep well at all!

Yan Zhixin typed quickly again: [So, do you want to tell me that power is the last word?You just don't care if he sleeps well, you don't care if I sleep well, don't you? 】

Ling Feng: 【No, I hope you marry the young master, you will get used to it after sleeping with him for a long time. 】

Yan Zhixin rolled her eyes: 【Are you joking about the world? 】

Ling Feng returned quickly: [Young master, what dissatisfies you?He has money, power and good looks, and he has leisure after being crowded. You can't find a man with better conditions than him in the world. 】

Yan Zhixin: [No emotion. 】

Ling Feng: [It can be cultivated. 】

Finding that Ling Feng couldn't communicate at all, she didn't bother to reply, so she opened the Xinghui capital flow table that Tang Weiwei sent to see.

The screen of the mobile phone is small, and it is a bit difficult to see the densely packed.

Forget it, let's watch it tomorrow on the computer.

Yan Zhixin threw the phone aside in frustration, and seeing that Mo Junting was fast asleep, she carefully removed his hands from her body.

His hands were heavy, and just as he moved them away, he hugged him unconsciously. She could only stuff the pillow into his hands for him to hold, and then tiptoed out of her room and opened the door next door.

The room next door belongs to him.

Ten years ago, when he came to Xie's house, his grandmother arranged this room for him by herself. Even after he left, my grandmother still kept it for him. Except for cleaning, she didn't touch anything in it.

The chairs he sat on, the books he read, the pens, inks, papers and inkstones he used, and even all his handwriting from the first day of calligraphy practice are all intact, one by one, neat and tidy.

Standing at the door, she seemed to see the cold and arrogant young man sitting in front of the window seriously practicing calligraphy.

Shaking her head, Yan Zhi jumped into bed, turned off the lights and fell asleep.

I don't know if it's because she slept in his bed. For no reason, she dreamed of memories that she couldn't recall before.

(End of this chapter)