The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 628 Can't be soft on him!

He can stop at any time.

But she couldn't even say "no".

Ling Feng didn't know how uncomfortable Yan Zhixin was, but he just hoped that she would treat Mo Junting better, and the news was sent to her like a flood.

[That rival has been fighting with the young master for many years, but every time he is a little worse than the young master.It's the same this time, the young master only injured his left shoulder blade, and the other party almost pierced his heart. He probably won't be able to recover if he doesn't lie on the bed for a few months. 】

【Do you know why the young master would fight with him? 】

[Because the DH99 that was downloaded to you some time ago came from him. 】

【Young master is to protect you from being hurt a second time. 】

[After the young master left the castle, he couldn't eat well or sleep well every day, and his insomnia was particularly serious, otherwise he would have killed his opponent long ago. 】

【The young master is so pitiful...】

Yan Zhixin twitched the corners of her eyes.

Where is Mo Junting so pitiful?

Even though he was injured and lying on the bed, he was still the Bingshandi Shao that people could only look up to, without any embarrassment.

At the beginning, she also felt that it was a terrible thing for him to be injured—but seeing him sleeping deeply, she felt inexplicably that in his eyes, being injured was not as important as getting a good night's sleep.

Yan Zhixin threw the phone aside, ignoring Ling Feng's miserable complaints.

Mo Junting didn't need these.

He doesn't need to be pitiful.

He just needs sleep.

But Yan Zhixin didn't intend to let him sleep until he was satisfied.

After night fell, Yan Zhixin sat up from the bed, reached out and pinched Mo Junting's nose.

Not breathing well, Mo Junting moved, but he didn't wake up immediately, but opened his lips slightly, and began to breathe through his mouth.

Don't you wake up?

Yan Zhixin squeezed his mouth with her hands without hesitation.

So, he woke up.

For a person who has suffered from insomnia for nearly a month, getting a good night's sleep is like a walker in the desert finally finding sweet spring water... Anyone who is drinking sweet spring water suddenly jumps out and takes everything away unbearable.

So did Mo Junting.

However, when he opened his eyes and saw Yan Zhixin who was close at hand, the light in his eyes gradually softened, and he said in a helpless voice, "Don't make trouble, let me sleep for a while."

A very soft voice, a little unpredictable and lingering, but also full of temptation.

Unfortunately, Yan Zhixin was not fooled.

She pinched his face fiercely with her hand, and before he caught her, she jumped out of bed, ran barefoot to sit on a chair two meters away, and looked at him provocatively. Looking at him: "Okay, you sleep, I won't disturb you."

Mo Junting: "..."

She ran away, how did he sleep?
Mo Junting stared at her, his blue sea-like eyes showed a dangerous light: "Do you think I can't do anything now, that's why I'm so naughty?"

Yan Zhixin stuck out her tongue, acquiescing.

He must not mess around now, otherwise the wound will open in minutes.

Mo Junting lifted the quilt and slowly got up.

Yan Zhi watched intently as he sat up and put his feet on the ground... Just as he helped the bed to get up, he suddenly pulled the wound, grunted, turned pale, and sat back on the bed all at once.

Yan Zhixin's heart skipped a beat, she rushed to him, and carefully supported him: "Does it hurt? Is it torn, I'll call Ling Feng..."

Before the words finished, the slender waist was suddenly grasped by the man's big hand.

Yan Zhixin came back to her senses, what greeted her was the man's charming and dangerous smile.

The man imprisoned her in the small space in his arms with lightning speed, his eyes were deep, his voice was hoarse, and there was a hint of evil in his tone: "Do you still think I can't do anything?"

Yan Zhixin: "..."

She really can't be soft on him!
(End of this chapter)