The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 40 Don't Treat Me Like This...

This is his first time, he fell asleep so quickly and so peacefully...

As expected, she was his elixir.

In the middle of the night, Mo Junting was awakened by Yan Zhixin's cry.

He had always slept lightly, although this time he slept more deeply than ever before, but sleeping from noon until midnight was enough for him to wake up naturally.

Opening his eyes, Mo Junting frowned slightly, and looked at the girl in his arms.

The girl in her arms curled up into a ball at some point, her eyes were closed tightly, her hands were tightly clenched into fists, her breathing was abnormally rapid.He reached out and touched the sweat on his face.

"No, don't do this to me..."

I obviously did nothing wrong, why did you take everything from me, why did you imprison my freedom in life, why?
In her sleep, she was chained and thrown on the street, unable to escape or move, and countless people surrounded her and laughed at her.

Yan Lanxin held Lu Mingyao in her arms and looked down at her, smiling sweetly: "Sister, you must have suffered a lot from the fall, right?"

Lu Mingyao looked at Yan Lanxin affectionately: "The one I love is her."

Stepmother Li Cairong was sitting on the sofa, wearing bright red nail polish: "Yan Zhixin, why don't you die?"

She turned her head hastily, but saw Mo Junting approaching her step by step: "Yan Zhixin, you can only be mine!"

She has nowhere to run.

She felt her body fall down suddenly, and she remembered yelling "Ah", her hands flapped subconsciously, as if trying to grab a life-saving straw...

Seeing her hands grasping his clothes, Mo Junting touched her forehead, her clothes were already soaked and sticky, he frowned slightly, his hands fell on her shoulders, hooked the straps, Pull away from the heels to help her wipe off the sweat.

He lowered his head and kissed her face, trying to wake her up, but heard her breathing more and more evenly and more relaxed.

She fell asleep again.

Mo Junting stared fixedly, his breathing gradually became deeper, and suddenly he lost his sleepiness.

Leaning over to touch her lightly, she grunted and turned over, but brought herself closer to him.

Mo Junting's Adam's apple moved involuntarily.

The memory of that night was vivid again.

For the first time, he tasted that kind of unprecedented madness and joy, like carefree, like madness, like a wave of frenzy and agitation, as if he was going to be submerged.

He suddenly wanted to do something...

(End of this chapter)