The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 21 Don't force me!

I have to admit that he really likes her...

It made the man's deep eyes flash with joy.

Yan Zhixin struggled desperately.

Amidst his overwhelming clear breath, she vaguely smelled the medicine used to eliminate redness and swelling, and subconsciously reached out to grab the medicine bottle.

The brain was extremely hypoxic, and she was dizzy all over.

Only the cold medicine bottle gave her a trace of clarity.

She raised her hand vigorously, and the medicine bottle slammed heavily on the coffee table.

Snapped!
The crisp sound of glass cracking rang in my ears.

The medicine bottle hit the coffee table, the bottle burst, and the brown potion spilled all over the floor.

The bodyguard rushed in after hearing the news, and aimed at Yan Zhixin with his hands in full.

Mo Junting ordered coldly: "Get out!"

The bodyguards exited the living room cautiously, but still watched from a distance, for fear that Yan Zhixin would hurt him with glass shards.

Yan Zhixin was about to get rid of his shackles, when the man's long arms around her waist suddenly tightened.

The more she struggled, the tighter his arms tightened.

Yan Zhi was angry: "You..."

Mo Junting's face was already ashen, and his eyes as deep as the sea were as cold as ice: "Do you want to die?"

Was his contact that scary?

Catch the inkstone and smash the inkstone, catch the medicine bottle and smash the medicine bottle.

Yan Zhixin already regretted it when she dropped it.

She couldn't understand her situation.

However, she couldn't stand being captive for no reason and being treated like this by a psychopath.

The sharpness in his eyes is so dangerous, as deep as a beast dormant in the quiet night, it makes one's scalp numb.

She moved back in horror, but found that there was no way to retreat.

Yan Zhixin put her hands on his chest and said, "Don't force me."

The sharpness in Mo Junting's eyes became more and more severe, and he said word by word: "My people, there are only two choices. Either stay by my side obediently, or die!"

Yan Zhixin turned her face away, and said in a stiff voice, "I never said I would be your man."

Mo Junting raised her chin, revealing a hint of evil: "What do you want? Money? Real estate? Jewelry? Fame? Or a company or shares?"

Yan Zhixin's eye sockets were slightly red.

He actually humiliated her in this way.

Yan Zhixin was filled with grief and indignation, and pushed towards him fiercely: "No matter how much you pay, no matter how much you give, I won't be your person! You are seriously ill, you should take medicine!"

The man's face was livid, because he was angry with her.

How dare you talk to him like that!
Yan Zhixin clearly felt his beast-like oppressive feeling, she trembled in her heart, and exclaimed: "It hurts, my foot!"

Mo Junting's eyes froze, and his gaze fell on her swollen ankle.

She quickly retracted her feet and hugged her chest: "Mo Junting, I'm not yours, and I can't be yours. You can't treat me like this."

Yan Zhixin was already ready to meet his thunderous wrath, but he slowly raised the corners of his lips, as if his handsome face suddenly melted into ice and snow in the cold winter and bloomed in spring: "Scream again."

(End of this chapter)