The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 809 Did You Forgive Me?

Mo Junting's eyes shone with a rare evil light, and his voice was full of temptation to commit crimes: "This is a good place, isn't it?"

He always kept what he said, but at this time, he didn't go to the village or back to the store, and there was no one in sight. Her heart suddenly rose, she pulled his clothes and said, "No!"

Mo Junting propped his hands on the boulder beside her, his handsome face approached her: "Huh?"

That low, magnetic voice was full of indescribable threats.

Yan Zhixin knew it was broken, so she immediately changed her words: "Brother Mo Mo, you are the best, you are always very, very good, really."

Mo Junting still just looked at her, his anger restrained, his handsome face ruthless.

Yan Zhixin had no choice but to lean over and slapped him on the face: "I was just joking just now, don't be angry."

Mo Junting's face softened slightly, but he still didn't intend to let her go.

Yan Zhixin understood, and leaned over to kiss him on the lips.

It was evening, and the clouds in the sky were layer upon layer, reflecting the crimson color on her face, brighter than a blooming rose, Mo Junting suddenly really wanted to do something.

However, it was getting dark and the mountain was not safe, so Mo Junting turned around, picked her up on his back, and continued walking down the mountain.

Her face was pressed against his back, smelling his clean and clear breath, her face blushed a little more inexplicably.

His steps were slightly heavy, stepping on the dead branches and broken leaves on the ground, making a soft sound, knocking on her heart.

Puff, puff.

With her heart beating a little faster, Yan Zhixin tilted her head, looking at the man's three-dimensional and deep profile.

It is said that a serious man is the prettiest, so she wanted to forgive him for no reason.

However, he had been so cruel to her just now, and he hadn't removed the miniature handcuffs on her wrists so far, and she decided to take the forgiveness back.

It was getting dark.

Mo Junting's panting gradually became heavier.

They have also stepped into the tribe, but there is still a distance from where they live.

Yan Zhixin poked him on the shoulder: "Why don't you let me go."

Mo Junting didn't answer but instead asked, "Did you forgive me?"

Eh?
Yan Zhixin was stunned, and blurted out: "Didn't you say that you don't care if I forgive you?"

Mo Junting put her down and looked directly at her: "So, you still don't forgive me?"

Yan Zhixin blinked her eyes, her eyes were like the moon in the sky, and even better than the moon in the sky, Mo Junting's heart wavered slightly, and he stretched out his hand to pinch her face: "What if I care?"

Yan Zhixin patted his hands away: "You untie the handcuffs first."

Mo Junting was silent for a few seconds: "Will you escape?"

Yan Zhixin stared at him: "Look, you don't even trust me, how can I forgive you?"

This topic was finally left alone.

Yan Zhixin neither said to forgive Mo Junting, nor did Mo Junting remove her handcuffs.

Everything remains as it is.

After dinner and returning to the residence, Yan Zhixin was so tired that she washed up and fell asleep.

They lived in a small tree house in the tribe, which was built by surrounding four hundred-year-old trees with wooden planks, but the area was still pitifully small. There were no tables and chairs inside, only a 1.5-meter wooden bed. It is already a rare big bed in the tribe.

The quality of the bed is even worse than the 100 yuan bed you can buy casually on the street, and it will make a "creaking" sound when you turn it over casually, which makes people suspect that it may collapse at any time.

The small tree house is three meters high, and the ground below is free of obstacles, so people can pass by at will.

(End of this chapter)