The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 798 You are Yan, I am Mo

Yan Zhixin fell limply on the sofa, a broken protest came out of her throat: "No!"

Mo Junting's chest rose and fell slightly, and he smiled.

The low smile is sexy and touching, like pouring mellow fine wine into a crystal goblet, exuding an intoxicating breath, he leaned over and whispered in her ear: "At this time, just call me by my name gone."

Yan Zhixin tugged at the sofa in embarrassment: "Mo Junting, you bastard..."

Mo Junting exuded a dangerous aura: "Brother Mo Mo sounds better."

Yan Zhixin bit her lip and stared at him.

Mo Junting chuckled and taught her, "Brother Mo Mo."

Yan Zhixin expressed grief and indignation: "Pervert!"

Mo Junting was not annoyed, he clasped her waist as if to continue.

Yan Zhixin's whole body felt a strong uneasiness: "Don't—"

Mo Junting's voice was even deeper and softer: "Brother Mo Mo."

Yan Zhixin gave in weakly, her voice was weak and weak: "Brother Mo Mo..."

"Good girl." Mo Junting's lips showed a hint of satisfaction, "Call me a few more times."

Yan Zhixin buried her face in his arms, and muttered, "Mo Mo... cluck cluck cluck cluck..."

The speed of speech is a bit fast, and it sounds like the sound of a chicken crowing.

Mo Junting patted her on the head dotingly: "Naughty."

Yan Zhixin snorted, Mo Junting suddenly asked: "Do you still remember how to grind ink?"

Yan Zhixin couldn't help but think of the past at Xie's house, every time she wanted to practice calligraphy, she would instruct him to grind the ink, in the euphemistic name of practicing his ink grinding ability.

Now that he suddenly mentioned this, is he trying to settle old scores?

She looked at him blankly, and heard him say with a smile: "You are Yan, I am Mo, isn't it a coincidence?"

Yan Zhixin was stunned for a few seconds, and then her mind exploded like fireworks.

This wicked man!
Knowing that she understood, Mo Junting smiled slightly with his thin lips, and pressed her "inkstone", grinding every angle, as if sitting by the window of the study in the afternoon grinding ink.

His demeanor is leisurely and his movements are graceful.

In his hand, the ink stick was polished bit by bit evenly, translucent, delicate, and full of water.

It's like a perfect work of art.

Yan Zhixin: "..."

If she knew today, she would not have committed any crimes back then.

She knew she was wrong, really!
In her heart, she didn't know whether it was despair or what, she didn't want to say anything, and she didn't want to look at him, so she just closed her eyes.

Mo Junting picked her up and said, "Let's go back to sleep."

Yan Zhixin opened her eyes: "I don't need you, I'll sleep by myself."

Mo Junting's thin lips parted slightly: "No."

Yan Zhixin was worried that he would come again, so she immediately covered her face with the quilt while lying on the bed: "I'm tired, I want to sleep."

Mo Junting said with a smile, "Sweet dream."

Yan Zhixin couldn't sleep at all.

She continued to slow down her breathing, and when she heard Mo Junting's breathing became longer, she quietly opened her eyes.

God... he finally fell asleep!
Yan Zhixin was worried that he wasn't asleep enough, so she didn't dare to act rashly. She didn't move his hand carefully until 10 minutes later, when she was sure that he had fallen asleep...

(End of this chapter)