The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 20
Yan Zhixin trembled all over.

She tried to pull her foot back, but couldn't move.

His hand was so big and hot, the place where he held it was as if it was on fire, scalding frighteningly hot.

She stared at him defensively: "what are you going to do?"

Mo Junting examined her with eyes as deep as jewels, full of domineering.

His gaze was too intense and scorching, Yan Zhixin twisted her body awkwardly, but heard him ask: "Look, whose calligraphy is that?"

Yan Zhixin reflexively raised her head to look, and suddenly felt a sharp pain in her ankle.

Snapped!
A soft sound.

Yan Zhixin then screamed: "It hurts!"

Mo Junting's voice was calm and ruthless: "Just remember when it hurts, where you can jump and where you can't."

Yan Zhixin ignored him, and buried her face in the pillow, tears welling up in her eyes.

It really hurts!

A flash of illusion flashed in Mo Junting's eyes.

That night, when she was in his arms, she also had such an expression of uncontrollable pain.

Inexplicably, there was a trace of pity in his heart. He suddenly had the urge to help her dry her tears, but Ling Feng said to be gentle... the ghost knows what gentleness is, so he suppressed the urge and poured the prepared potion on her ankle On, knead lightly.

A hot feeling came.

Yan Zhixin sat up in surprise, staring at his hand with an expression of being struck by lightning.

She actually... the dignified Bingshan Emperor actually rubbed her feet.

Her first reaction was not so happy but so scary!
"Young Master Mo, that..."

While she was talking, she wondered whether to take the opportunity to sneak attack on him or take back her own feet, Mo Junting's movements suddenly stopped, and he leaned closer to her, with a dull light in his deep eyes: "You still want to sneak attack me, huh?"

Yan Zhixin shook the hand holding the pillow, subconsciously moved back, and said guiltily, "You're talking nonsense, I didn't!"

Seeing the embarrassment and fear on her face, Mo Junting slowly raised the corners of his lips, and moved towards her face, Yan Zhixin reflexively picked up the pillow to block her face.

Adjacent to the pillow, the man who was as noble as an emperor turned cold, and he held his ankle hard...

"what!"

Yan Zhixin let out a scream, and the pillow fell to the ground.

Mo Junting lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell on her tear-filled face. There was a slight chill in his deep and sexy voice: "Before doing bad things, you must first consider whether you have a weakness in the hands of others."

... Weaknesses.

her feet.

If she disobeyed him, she would lose her footing.

This is not a threat.

He's just stating the facts.

This terrible--

god!through!sick!
The arm fell casually on her waist, and when he lifted it casually, Yan Zhixin felt an irresistible force coming, and fell into his arms.

She is not considered petite among girls, but sitting in his arms and being hugged by him, she is even more cuddly than a small bird.

The scorching body temperature came through through the fabric, Yan Zhixin was anxious and ashamed, her heart beat so fast that it almost jumped out of her chest, she didn't know what to do.

Dodging eyes, slightly parted lips, blushing cheeks, Mo Junting's eyes showed a dangerous edge...

(End of this chapter)