The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 5 Sir, please respect yourself!

The facial features are three-dimensional and deep, and the outline seems to be carefully carved. A pair of black eyes with a slight blue color seem to be filled with thousands of stars in the night sky, but they are as cold as an invisible abyss.

He is suffocatingly handsome, desperately cruel, yet so noble that one can't help but surrender in his heart!
The heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

"Does it look good?" Mo Junting's voice was cold and full of arrogance.

"Ah... It's beautiful, very beautiful, very beautiful." Yan Zhixin spoke incoherently, stared at by his deep eyes, she felt her blood run cold, and she had the urge to run away on the spot.

She didn't want to admit that this man frightened her.

She turned around and was about to run away, but she forgot that the elevator door was closed, and as soon as she turned around, she slammed into the elevator door with a "bang".

Ah, it hurts.

Yan Zhixin covered her forehead, and then heard a chuckle from behind.

Her voice was as low as a cello, and there was a bit of playfulness in her coldness, no doubt she was mocking her.

Yan Zhixin's face was on fire, and she frantically went to press the door button.

However, just as his hand touched the door open button, he saw a slender white finger pointing at the door close button.

In the next second, the man's clear voice rang in his ears: "Since it looks good, I will allow you to see it."

The lofty tone is like a gift from the emperor.

Yan Zhixin: "..."

She turned around with a sad face, but she lowered her head and didn't dare to look at him: "Although you are pretty, I'm not interested in you."

"Not interested?" Mo Junting stretched out his hand to pinch her chin, forcing her to look up at him with dark eyes, and sneered, "You forgot..."

Yan Zhixin was forced to take a step back, leaning against the cold elevator door, with nowhere to escape.

But his face was still getting closer.

Seeing that she was about to lean in front of her, she felt her heart was about to jump out of her chest, and said with a blushing face, "Sir, please respect yourself!"

With his elbows on the elevator door, the man trapped her between the elevator and his body, leaning over to look at her: "What if I don't?"

Yan Zhixin panicked, "You...what are you going to do?"

Mo Junting hooked the corners of his lips, his eyes moved down from her lively and panicked eyes, and landed on her slightly opened mouth. cherry.

Mo Junting's eyes gradually darkened.

It seemed to come from a dream and it seemed to be a real memory... Last night, the high fever gradually approached forty degrees. He knew what he was doing, but he didn't know what he was doing.

As if wanting to confirm, his sexy thin lips approached her unconsciously...

Yan Zhixin looked at him in astonishment, her breathing almost stopped.

What is this man going to do?
He can't be an elevator pervert, can he?
Frightened in her heart, she carefully moved her hand on the elevator door to the button, and pressed it indiscriminately.

The elevator door didn't move, she turned her head to look in desperation, but turned her side face in front of him.

The white and tender cheeks and the bright red finger prints looked shocking.

The man paused for a moment when he kissed, his dark and deep eyes narrowed slightly, his expression became dangerous and cold: "Who hit you?"

Yan Zhixin was puzzled for a moment: "What?"

Mo Junting paused word by word, "The wound on the face, who hit it?"

(End of this chapter)