The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 471

During dysmenorrhea, you can't be too idle. The more you sit idle, the more clear the pain will be. She threw away the pillow and leaned against the sofa...it still hurts.

She changed her position and lay on her stomach, still feeling uncomfortable.

Sitting, leaning, lying, lying on the stomach, no matter how she poses, she is considering whether to stand up, when the light in front of her eyes dims suddenly, and the tall figure of the man envelopes her.

She only had time to raise her eyes, and her whole body rose into the air.

The man took her place, then put her in his arms, and pressed his hot palms against her cold stomach.

Yan Zhixin didn't expect that he would help her to this extent, so she unconsciously stiffened her body.

Mo Junting stroked her gently: "Relax."

Yan Zhixin pursed her lips and glanced at him.

The warm body temperature came from his body, she seemed to be wrapped in warm spring water, even her cold hands felt warm, she gradually relaxed, and leaned in his arms with peace of mind.

At this time, Mo Junting is a good man, the appraisal has been completed.

In the past, every time she suffered from dysmenorrhea, she could only lie on a small bed less than 1.2 meters in the dormitory and roll back and forth. She secretly envied that other girls were cared for during special times, and she was the only one who took care of herself.

When she talked to Lin Lan, Lin Lan comforted her with a smile: "If you can't envy, a man has to teach himself. A man who can take good care of himself, or a girlfriend who has been dating for three years, is taught by his girlfriend. or at least three girlfriends, you will understand in the future."

Yan Zhixin thought about this sentence in her heart, tugged at his sleeve and asked, "Brother Mo Mo, how do you understand this?"

Mo Junting said lightly, "Ling Feng taught it."

Yan Zhixin said "Oh", "Is he a gynecologist?"

"No." Mo Junting stared at her with downcast eyes. His eyes were deep, his nose was straight and straight, and the lines of his facial features coexisted with depth and mystery in the half-bright light. "He knows what I need him to know."

Yan Zhixin: "..."

Five minutes later, Mo Junting personally took a bowl of ginger brown sugar water and brought it in front of her.

She subconsciously reached out to pick it up, but he didn't let go, but handed the bowl to her mouth: "Drink."

Yan Zhixin obediently drank a bowl of ginger and brown sugar water with his hands, feeling much better in body, just about to thank her, he asked, "Are you ready?"

Yan Zhixin nodded: "It's much better."

The corners of Mo Junting's lips curled into a playful arc: "Then, go back to sleep."

(End of this chapter)