The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 581 Are You Afraid of Me?

When Mo Junting was speaking, his warm breath brushed against Yan Zhixin's neck, Yan Zhixin felt a little itchy, and moved to the side uncomfortably, but all his efforts to correct the posture were lost.

The man frowned, and moved his body after her: "Stand still, don't move around."

His breath approached, as if compressing the space where she was standing, his hand fell on his hand holding the bow, the breath invaded her senses irresistibly, as if to drown her.

He often held her hand recently, and she thought she could get used to him, but when he approached her in such a posture, her heartbeat accelerated and her body stiffened uncontrollably.

She turned her head, and the man's handsome face was close at hand, and her breath could be heard.

She blushed involuntarily: "Back back a little."

The corners of Mo Junting's lips curled up in a playful arc, and he took a step away

Holding the bow and arrow, Yan Zhixin seriously recalled the postures he taught, but found that she was distracted by Mo Junting's approach just now, and she didn't remember the correct postures at all.

Relying on the "experience" she saw on TV, she shot an arrow regardless.

puff!
The arrow missed the target and stuck in the wall above the target!
Mo Junting laughed.

The sound is deep and deep, like the timbre of a cello, which is ear-numbing.

Yan Zhixin glared at him from embarrassment, took out another arrow from the quiver, and aimed again.

Mo Junting looked at her leisurely from the side. He was a head taller than her. From his angle, he could see her delicate and beautiful collarbone, her lips were moist and tender, and her face was rosy. It looks pure and lustful.

His Adam's apple rolled slightly: "The posture is wrong, let me teach you?"

Yan Zhixin said loudly: "No!"

Another arrow was shot.

This time it was better, but none of the five rings were hit.

She shot fiercely, and shot all the arrows in the quiver. Only five arrows hit the target, and they were all scattered. As for the center, there was not a single arrow.

Angrily, she turned around and left with her bow in her hand. She had just taken two steps when the man stretched out his hand to grab her back. She slammed into his arms, her whole body was tense, and she was eager to get rid of his shackles, but he was steady. Holding her down, his eyes were deep and his tone was low: "Are you afraid of me?"

Yan Zhixin stubbornly raised her face and looked directly at him: "No, why should I be afraid?"

Mo Junting's voice was calm: "Then why are you running?"

Yan Zhixin pretended to be calm: "Where did I run away, I just..."

The corners of Mo Junting's lips curved slightly: "It's just too stupid, I'm afraid I can't teach you?"

(End of this chapter)