The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 31

Yan Zhixin tossed and cleaned the eggs bit by bit.

Mo Junting raised the corners of his lips, and his deep voice was a bit sinister: "Not bad."

Yan Zhixin opened her eyes, and saw that his clothes had become clean, not even sweating. She was both embarrassed and annoyed, and wished she could find a crack in the ground and sneak in.

She actually dared to paste eggs on his body, thinking about it was a terrible thing.

Yan Zhixin covered her face and wanted to run away.

He reached out with his long arms and spun around on the chair, trapping her between the table and his arms.

Yan Zhi couldn't move her heart, she couldn't retreat, she was almost forced to cry by him.

He raised her egg-stained hand in a leisurely and calm manner: "Continue."

Yan Zhixin didn't understand what he meant for a moment.

Again?
Do not!
She was cruel, put the egg on her finger into her mouth, and ate it.

She doesn't mess with him, she can eat her fingers anyway.

Fingers as white and tender as green onions, and a small bright red mouth.

When she concentrated on eating the eggs on her fingers, her expression was somewhere between youthful and charming, as if...

Even eggs, which he hated in the past, looked delicious.

Mo Junting followed his heart, leaned over and tried her hand.

Yan Zhixin suddenly felt a bolt of lightning strike from the top of her head, and her whole body froze.

It's a bit like being rubbed against your fingers by the tip of the puppy's tongue when feeding the puppy at Xie's house.

But when you feel it carefully, it is completely different.

As lofty as Mo Junting, he actually——

Her body and mind were shaking.

With a cold expression, cold eyes, and a stern demeanor, when she saw this Bingshan emperor on the screen before, she only had one feeling, that is, he was so cold and abstinent that no one dared to approach him.

But in the blink of an eye, Mo Junting overturned all her imagination.

He is cold and abstinent, but when he teases, he is not human!

She twitched her fingers.

The man's grip was so tight that she couldn't move.

"Don't do this..."

Yan Zhixin looked at him helplessly: "Young Master Mo, can you let me go?"

Her face is red, like a peach blossom in March, and like an 18-year-old daughter, which is intoxicating.

The man stared at her intently, his voice was sexy and hoarse: "I can't."

Yan Zhixin: "..."

What the hell is this bastard trying to do?
The next second, she knew.

She hastily clenched her hands to grab something.

In view of the fact that she had grabbed the inkstone and the medicine bottle and almost caused harm to Mo Junting, the bodyguards immediately came up without a sound and removed the oatmeal, milk and pastries she hadn't finished eating.

She caught a blank.

(End of this chapter)