The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 30 Smelly?
Mo Junting disdained: "No, I don't like eggs."

"Oh." Yan Zhixin stretched out the egg to her mouth, "Then I'll eat it myself."

Mo Junting immediately regretted: "No way!"

Yan Zhixin: "..."

Could it be more capricious?

Speechlessly glanced at him, he happened to look over, eyes like a knife.

Yan Zhixin helplessly handed the egg over, but he didn't take it, bent over and clasped her waist, and hugged her up.

A strong smell of male hormones suddenly hit, mixed with the faint scent of his body, like a net of heaven and earth, encroaching on all her senses.

Yan Zhixin covered her nose reflexively.

Mo Junting's face immediately darkened.

Looking at her aggressively, the man's eyes seem to be able to bite people: "How dare you dislike her?"

This damned invincible man!

"NO, I have not."

You can't be angry with neuropathy.

Yan Zhixin recited it silently three times in her heart, then slowly let go of her nose, worried that she would be burned by his anger, she handed him the egg flatteringly, and said flatteringly, "Here you..."

Then, she froze.

In a panic, she actually crushed the egg, and the yolk stuck to her hand.

The servant looked at Mo Junting in fear, waiting for his young master's thunderous wrath.

"That..." Yan Zhixin retracted her hand in embarrassment, "Why don't you drink some milk?"

Mo Junting did not speak.

The dining room was so quiet that a pin could be heard clearly when it fell on the ground.

Yan Zhixin's eyes turned around the table in embarrassment, and she was about to speak when suddenly a man's deep and angry voice sounded above her head: "Stand back."

In the next second, all the bodyguards and servants disappeared from her sight.

Watching the restaurant's door being closed, Yan Zhixin was dumbfounded: "Huh?"

Mo Junting pinched her chin, his voice was sharp and domineering: "It smells bad?"

This stingy man.

Yan Zhixin wanted to cry but had no tears. If she had known that he cared so much, she wouldn't have covered her nose if she died!
She shook her head vigorously, but Mo Junting didn't believe her, and directly expressed his meaning with actions.

He raised his hand to clasp the back of her head, and pressed her into his arms.

Yan Zhixin subconsciously raised her hand to push him, but... She completely forgot that her hands were still covered with eggs, and with such a push, the fragrant egg yolk just pressed against the clothes on his chest.

She was ashamed and angry.

Mo Junting looked down at her, his eyes narrowed slightly, and there was an indescribably wild and dangerous look in his eyes.

She only felt her heart beating faster and her breathing short of breath. She tilted her head and wanted to push him away, but he was already on guard. He wrapped his arms around her waist and ordered, "Clean it up!"

Yan Zhixin cried with a mournful face: "I'm sorry..."

What responded to her was Mo Junting's cold eyes.

Yan Zhixin had no choice but to resign herself to picking up the napkin to help him wipe it.

She didn't dare to look into the man's eyes, she closed her eyes tightly, her eyelashes were trembling, she didn't dare to look, she didn't dare to smell, and she didn't dare to listen to his and her own heartbeat.

However, his breath, his heartbeat, and his voice lingered in her senses.

Woooooo...what to do?
(End of this chapter)