The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 441

Yan Zhixin said with a sullen face: "Whoever said I want to use it, I'm going to throw it away."

Mo Junting said with a half-smile, "I brought all the belts, don't you think it's a pity to throw them away?"

Yan Zhixin's eyes widened: "What do you want?"

"If you don't want it, you can give it to me." Mo Junting supported his chin with one hand, and said in a lazy and indifferent tone, "This kind of thing is originally reserved for men."

Upon hearing it, there seemed to be nothing wrong with it.

But it always feels weird.

Yan Zhixin really didn't want to continue this topic with him, so she could only say: "Then give it to you, I'm going to take a bath."

This time, Mo Junting didn't stop her, but when she walked to the bathroom door, he suddenly said, "Do you know what it means to give this to a man?"

Yan Zhixin froze, and closed the door with a "bang".

What does it mean to send this to a man?
totally no idea.

While taking a bath, she kept thinking about this question. Yan Zhixin was absent-minded after washing. After washing, she hastily wiped her hair and let her out of the bathroom. After watching Mo Junting go in, she immediately picked up her phone to search.

Seeing the answer, she was speechless.

That bad guy tricked her again!

To avoid further embarrassment later, she quickly dried her hair, then jumped onto the bed, wrapped herself in a quilt into a cocoon, and fell asleep.

... Asleep, knowing nothing, no embarrassment.

But the more I thought about it, the more I couldn't fall asleep.

She pushed aside the quilt and looked towards the bathroom, just in time the door of the bathroom opened, and Mo Junting came out from inside.

He had just washed his hair, and there were still drops of water on the tips of his hair, which shone like rhinestones under the light.

Yan Zhi's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly covered her head with the quilt.

Mo Junting glanced at the bulging blanket on the bed, and with a smile on his lips, he walked to the edge of the bed and sat down.

At that moment, Yan Zhixin felt her heart was about to jump out of her throat.

But Mo Junting didn't do anything to her, he stroked her head like a small animal, and then got up to dry her hair.

Yan Zhixin felt a little relieved, hummed, turned her back and closed her eyes.

With peace of mind, I can sleep well.

Just when she was about to fall asleep in a daze, the quilt was pulled away suddenly, and Mo Junting lay down beside her.

He took a cold shower, and his body felt slightly cool.

Yan Zhixin instinctively rolled up the quilt and shrank back.

Mo Junting pulled the quilt over his body, pinched her face and said, "Yanzhi, give me half of the quilt."

Yan Zhixin stretched out her hand to push him, and when she touched his warm skin, her consciousness was half awake in an instant, she stared at her misty eyes: "Why are you dressed like this?"

Mo Junting said straightforwardly, "I'm used to this."

Yan Zhixin was stunned, and said with a blushing face, "Don't do this, go and get dressed quickly."

Mo Junting leaned against the head of the bed, a faint smile curled up on the corner of his lips: "Are you really going?"

Yan Zhixin's tone was firm: "Go!"

Mo Junting responded, and suddenly lifted the quilt in front of her.

Yan Zhixin was startled, and covered her eyes in panic.

Mo Junting laughed happily, but he didn't intend to get out of bed, he just stared at her: "Idiot."

Yan Zhixin didn't know what he was laughing at, and said angrily, "Why don't you go?"

"Inkstone," Mo Junting's voice softened, "Look for yourself."

Yan Zhixin's scalp was numb, she closed her eyes and dared not open them: "No!"

As soon as the words fell, he forcibly pulled his hand over.

It is surprisingly soft cloth that touches.

Yan Zhixin opened her eyes...

Actually he was well dressed.

Tank top and pajama bottoms.

She just touched his arm, so she misunderstood.

"Mo! Jun! Ting!" Yan Zhixin was so angry that she clenched her fist and beat him, "You actually made fun of me!"

Mo Junting grabbed her fist: "Good boy, sleep."

Why did she sleep, she was so angry that she was extremely energetic.

Withdrawing her hand bitterly, she lay back on the bed again, turning her back and ignoring him.

Mo Junting turned her face away, and kissed her on the forehead with a smile: "Good night."

Yan Zhixin was annoyed at his teasing, and buried her face in the bed with a snort.

Mo Junting didn't care, turned off the lights and lay down.

(End of this chapter)