The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 352 Don't mess with my makeup!
The servant looked at her and then at the mirror, not knowing how to answer.

Her skin is white and delicate, and she looks amazing in this dress, but the strawberries on her back are just as "amazing", and she can't hide it even if she wants to.

Seeing that the servant's expression was wrong, Yan Zhixin turned her head to look in the mirror, and saw a red mark on her back.

"A rash? Are you allergic to alcohol?"

But although she pours three cups, she is not allergic!
Yan Zhixin stretched out her hand and scratched it, the skin at the mark was smooth and tidy, not itchy, not like a rash.

Probably not an alcohol allergy.

She took off the skirt and checked the whole body, and there was nothing else.

Could it be that something happened to sleep last night?
She ran to the bed, picked up the pillow, and lifted the quilt. The sheets were clean and there was nothing else at all.

Strange.

Yan Zhixin leaned in front of the mirror and stared at the mark the size of two thumbs for a long time, but she couldn't see what it was. She was worried that it was a skin disease and wanted to ask Ling Feng for a checkup, but she was also afraid of meeting Mo Junting.

With a hard heart and gritted teeth, she decided to let it go and see if it would expand before making a decision.

It's just that this dress can't be worn.

Most of the dresses in the closet are strapless or backless, which can't hide the mark. She doesn't count on dresses and chooses the most conservative suits.

Before going out of the room, she asked the servant to help find the way, and after confirming that Mo Junting was not outside, she walked out like a thief.

Just stepped on the stairs, a deep and sexy voice suddenly came from behind: "Yanzhi, where are you going?"

Yan Zhixin's body froze and she didn't dare to turn her head.

Mo Junting walked to her side, casually put his hands on the railing beside her: "Huh?"

Yan Zhixin raised her face stiffly: "The premiere ceremony of "Hunting"."

The girl had been well-dressed, revealing her slender and delicate neck. Mo Junting stood close and could smell the fragrance of her hair. Her clothes were particularly well-dressed, making her white skin glow like pearls. The combination of people and clothes is pleasing to the eye and extremely delicious.

Mo Junting moved closer to her: "I'll go too."

When he spoke, the warm breath brushed against her neck, itching, as if he was holding a feather and gently touching her heart, Yan Zhixin looked at his handsome side face, and couldn't help but think of what she did last night dream.

In the dream, he was also so evil and sexy, even more...

Heartbeat suddenly out of control.

Yan Zhixin was ashamed and embarrassed, her face flushed red, and she looked away in a panic: ""Hunting" belongs to Sheng Yi, what are you going to do?"

The corners of Mo Junting's lips curled into a playful look, and his body leaned forward again, and the two of them stuck to the railing almost intimately.

He stared at her with interest, and explained her bewilderment with one word: "Why are you blushing?"

Yan Zhixin doesn't have 300 taels of silver here: "Not at all! It's just the effect of makeup."

As soon as the words fell, his cheeks were pinched.

Mo Junting stroked her blushing cheeks, let out a low laugh, and leaned over to kiss her face.

"Don't mess with my makeup!"

Yan Zhixin covered her face and backed away, but forgot about the stairs behind her, she stepped on the air, her body lost weight, and her screaming suddenly turned into a scream: "Ah——"

In the next second, she crashed into the man's arms.

The moment she retreated, Mo Junting grabbed her wrist and pulled it, moved down, and hugged her completely.

Yan Zhixin felt ashamed, her bright eyes looked at him helplessly: "That..."

(End of this chapter)