The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 757 Silent Protest

Yan Zhixin finally couldn't hold back anymore: "I eat, I eat by myself."

There was tenderness in Mo Junting's eyes: "Be good."

Yan Zhixin got up and sat on the opposite side farthest from him, picked up the bowls and chopsticks, and began to eat.

After the meal, Ling Shan cleaned up the tableware, and Mo Junting sat on the sofa watching TV with her in his arms.

Sitting on a single sofa.

He sits alone.

Yan Zhixin sat in his arms.

Therefore, he doesn't care about what is on TV.

Yan Zhixin was just the opposite.

She couldn't let go of his shackles, and she didn't want to watch him, so it happened that it was the first time that Bai Yingxu played the leading role in the Xianxia drama on TV, so she watched it seriously.

Mo Junting clasped her waist with his hands while playing with her hair. Seeing her staring at the TV for a moment, he thought she was just looking at it casually, but when he raised his eyes, he saw Bai Yingxu's white clothes fluttering The scene of killing the Quartet.

Mo Junting recognized that Bai Yingxu was exactly the same as the heroine in her Bingquan play, both of whom had a deceptive little boy face, his eyes darkened: "Do you like him?"

boring.

Yan Zhixin didn't want to talk to him.

Seeing that she ignored her, Mo Junting turned her face to face him unwillingly: "Answer me."

Yan Zhixin rolled her eyes at him.

Mo Junting's slap fell down.

The sound is very loud.

But he made no effort.

Yan Zhixin didn't want to talk to him anymore.

This man definitely has a hole in his head!

Mo Junting's original intention was to give her some reaction - no matter what kind of reaction, instead of acting like a wooden man.

He held her face and asked her forcefully, "You don't like him, you only like me, right?"

Yan Zhixin couldn't bear it anymore: "I like you to death!"

As soon as the words came out of her mouth, she knew that she was too impulsive.

As a result of the impulsiveness, the man tortured her hard again.

Mo Junting looked down at her, with gentle ripples in his dark eyes that were almost thick like ink: "Yanzhi, tell me, you still love me."

Yan Zhixin was silent.

The tenderness in the man's eyes was replaced by a suffocating sense of oppression: "Tell me, you love me or you won't leave me, and I won't move you."

Yan Zhixin continued to remain silent.

The man gritted his teeth and said, "Tell me!"

She could still keep silent, but...

so tired.

Very tired.

So helpless.

Her consciousness was a little dizzy, and she looked at the man on her body with half-covered eyes.

He is her first man.

And the only one.

He took away her innocence in such a shameless way.

She hates him!
She doesn't want to talk.

I want to move.

Yan Zhixin closed her eyes and ignored him.

The man's fingertips landed on her face: "You don't want to leave me, do you?"

Yan Zhixin seemed to have fallen asleep.

But he knew that she was not asleep.

(End of this chapter)