The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 472 I feel like I won't be able to face him anymore!
Yan Zhixin got up from his arms and wanted to go upstairs, but he picked her up one step faster and strode towards the stairs.

Yan Zhixin said embarrassedly: "I'm much better, I can walk by myself."

Mo Junting said lightly, "I don't want you to go."

Yan Zhixin wondered, "Why?"

"Because," he said every word very clearly, "I can't hear you breathing all the time."

Yan Zhixin blushed and poked his chest: "Bad guy."

All the way upstairs, she tried her best to breathe lightly, let alone panting, she just barely held her breath.

After entering the room, Mo Junting put her on the bed, leaned over and kissed her.

After drinking ginger brown sugar water just now, her lips are slightly sweet and slightly spicy.

He finally held her in his arms, but...

Yan Zhixin noticed that there seemed to be a prairie fire in his eyes, and she became anxious immediately.

Her aunt is still gurgling in the small river, what on earth does he want to do?
If he can't control himself...

She grabbed his arm and asked anxiously, "Did Ling Feng tell you..."

Mo Junting paused slightly: "What?"

Yan Zhixin blushed and said, "You can't run a red light."

Mo Junting's voice was subdued and hoarse: "I know."

Yan Zhixin let out a breath of relief, he was relieved knowing she was there.

It was broad daylight when I awoke.

Yan Zhixin got up and stretched, her stomach didn't hurt anymore, she just felt a little stuffy, in contrast, the soreness on her cheeks was very clear.

How did she...become?
Yan Zhixin rubbed her face, thinking of being forced to...she had the urge to hit the wall last night.

rogue!

Yan Zhixin scolded him depressedly, got up and got out of bed, and went to the bathroom.

When he walked to the door of the bathroom, the door just opened, and Mo Junting came out from inside, with only her bath towel wrapped around his waist.

Like a frightened bird, Yan Zhixin took three steps back on the spot, and her face turned red almost to the point of bleeding.

Mo Junting looked at her nervous and guarded appearance, his eyes darkened slightly, thinking of how she closed her eyes shyly last night, her eyelashes were constantly trembling, her face was as bright as a peach blossom, and the anger that had finally calmed down showed signs of rising again .

Fortunately, Yan Zhixin didn't know that he was thinking about this, so she rushed into the bathroom in three steps at a time.

Woo, I feel like I won't be able to face him in the future!
While Yan Zhixin was washing and washing, Mo Junting returned to his room, picked up his mobile phone and dialed Ling Feng's number: "Didn't you say last time that Yan Zhixin's dysmenorrhea would recover? Why is she still in pain now?"

(End of this chapter)