The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 453 Don't cry!
Snapped!
With a crisp sound, the slap fell.

Yan Zhixin's tears flowed down the ground.

Wronged.

angry.

Embarrassed.

There are many, many unexplainable emotions.

No one had ever hit her like that.

He even spanked her ass!

He slapped it once, but he wanted to slap him a second time!
He didn't strike lightly, Yan Zhixin subconsciously wanted to avoid part of the force, the man turned a blind eye to her tears, his attitude was so cold that it was almost cruel, even his voice seemed to be frosted: "You still dare to move?"

Yan Zhixin's body froze and she didn't dare to move.

With his personality, if he could do something like this, he would definitely be able to do something even more ruthless.

With a slap, another slap fell.

Yan Zhixin felt a burning pain in her buttocks, and cried with a "woo".

This crying was like opening a floodgate.

All the grievances spewed out, and she cried earth-shatteringly like a child.

Ten years ago, Mo Junting was very afraid of her crying.

Every time she cried, he would be irritable and soft-hearted.

Same now.

But this time he didn't intend to soften his heart, and there was an order in his voice: "Don't cry!"

Yan Zhixin cried even louder.

Mo Junting raised his hand and continued to hit: "Shut up!"

Yan Zhixin turned her head and stared at him bitterly, her face was full of tears, her eyes were red, and she complained while crying, "Woooooo...you hit me, I will tell grandma!"

The veins on Mo Junting's forehead twitched: "Don't go!"

Yan Zhixin ignored him, hugged the armrest of the sofa and continued to vent her emotions.

"I have to tell your grandma, don't you?" Mo Junting smiled angrily, lifting her chin with his slender fingers, "You can tell her why I hit you and how I hit you."

Yan Zhixin's voice changed in fright: "Bastard!!"

Mo Junting was unmoved, and kissed him just in this position.

Yan Zhixin kicked him.

The distance between the two was extremely close, she didn't pay much attention to it, and almost kicked her offspring.

Startled, she quickly looked up at him.

Although she really wanted him to let her go, she never hated him enough to let him die.

She didn't mean to.

But when she raised her eyes and saw Mo Junting's blue eyes as deep as the sky in the dark night, she knew that tragedy was about to happen.

Helplessly shrunk into the corner of the sofa, she explained in a panic: "I didn't mean to—"

However, the angry man simply ignored her explanation.

Sensing his intention, she turned pale with fright: "Don't—"

The man was unmoved.

She grabbed his hand eagerly and begged for mercy: "No, I was wrong, I didn't mean to..."

Mo Junting clasped her wrist neatly, twisted it back, cut it behind him, grabbed the thing next to her, and tied it neatly!

(End of this chapter)