The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 38
Mo Junting's face changed, and he growled, "Inkstone paper!"

She has lost consciousness.

The crystal teardrops hanging on the eyelashes seemed to accuse him of how crazy the kiss just now was.

Mo Junting patted her face, seeing that she didn't respond, he hastily checked her breath.

He couldn't feel his breath, and his heart stopped almost instantly.

Mo Junting hurriedly opened the door of the locker room, and shouted to Ling Feng who was playing: "Come and save someone! Quick!"

Startled, Ling Feng swung the racket and ran towards the locker room.

Mo Junting didn't wait for him, picked up Yan Zhixin and laid it flat on the long table in the middle of the dressing room, and bent down to help her do artificial respiration.

Ling Feng rushed to the door and saw that Mo Junting was giving first aid, with an unprecedented seriousness on his face, he was startled.

Isn't it just a matter of time?How could there be a fatality?

"cough."

Yan Zhixin suddenly made a slight sound.

Mo Junting was suddenly overjoyed, and his eyes locked on her tightly.

"cough!"

This time the voice was clearer and louder, and the long and curled eyelashes trembled, and after a while, they finally opened slowly.

Mo Junting subconsciously stretched out his hand to hug her, but when he was about to touch her, he thought of something, slowly withdrew his hand, looked at her silently, and didn't say a word.

Ling Feng glanced at him secretly, seeing that he was not moving, so he boldly stepped forward to check.

"The symptom is asphyxia due to hypoxia."

Ling Feng looked at Yan Zhixin, then at Mo Junting who had a cold face, not knowing whether to laugh or sigh.

To actually suffocate someone with a kiss, did his young master hold it in for too long?
However, he dared not speak out.

"Miss Yan has been overly anxious recently, lack of sleep, a little hypoglycemia..." After Mo Junting carried Yan Zhixin back to the room, Ling Feng said again, "Make up for it, sleep well, exercise more, find something to do Just do it for her and stop her from thinking about it."

Mo Junting frowned: "What is she worried about?"

"I don't know." Ling Feng touched his nose: "When she wakes up, shall I chat with her?"

Mo Junting's palms gradually clenched into fists: "No need."

Ling Feng immediately withdrew wisely.

However, just as he turned around, he was called out by Mo Junting.

"What about the sleeping pill you developed?"

Ling Feng paused, and whispered: "Master, her symptoms are not enough to take sleeping pills."

The sleeping pill he developed was originally for Mo Junting. It has no side effects, will not be addictive, and will not leave sequelae, but... sleeping pills are sleeping pills after all, so don't take them if you can!

Mo Junting's voice was low and slow, unable to distinguish between emotions and anger: "Bring it."

Ling Feng had no choice but to take out a sleeping pill and hand it to him, and said: "Your dose is one tablet at a time, and you can give her half a tablet at most."

Mo Junting took out a grain and smelled it: "With her expertise, she can smell it...can I put it in milk?"

　Guess what major Yan Zhixin is, there will be a prize for guessing right~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)