The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 873 Hold on to my hand

Even drinking water was fed by Mo Junting himself.

The blackout curtains were drawn tightly, and Yan Zhixin didn't even know what time it was.

It was as if this room was her whole world.

When he finally stopped, she struggled to get up and go to the bathroom. As soon as she stood up, she felt that her body was not her own, and she was completely out of control.

Staggering, she fell back on the bed.

The man embraced her from behind: "I'll carry you, huh?"

Yan Zhixin was already tormented by him until she wanted to die, and when she heard this, she pushed him angrily: "I don't need it."

Mo Junting smiled lowly: "Free one-stop service, do you really want it?"

She didn't believe he would be so kind!

Especially when he was so cruel before!
What Yan Zhixin hated the most was that he always became extremely gentle after treating her brutally, making it hard for her to resist.

But this time, she decided to resist to the end: "I don't need it, I will do it myself."

The man smiled playfully: "Is it really unnecessary? Then why are you holding my hand?"

Shy and embarrassed, Yan Zhixin turned around and beat him, but was forcibly picked up by him, and strode towards the bathroom.

In the bathroom, she still couldn't escape the fate of being washed.

After washing and eating in the living room, he put her in his arms and fed her with great interest: "Hey, let's continue when we're full."

Yan Zhixin said angrily, "Don't eat."

Mo Junting coaxed: "What if I faint halfway through the meal?"

Yan Zhixin: "..."

I really want to bite him to death!
She ate the food without taking a bite, and said bitterly: "How can you be reconciled?"

"No." Mo Junting had a pleasant smile on his lips, "I just want you to cry."

What's wrong?
Yan Zhixin pursed her mouth, and cried out with a "woo".

"As your acting skills improve, you can cry if you want to." Mo Junting stared at her with amusement in his eyes, and stretched out his hand to pinch her flat mouth, "It's just too fake."

Yan Zhixin stared at him tearfully.

His hands fell on her waist, he didn't speak, but his eyes were full of threats.

Yan Zhixin had a bad feeling and hurriedly begged for mercy: "Don't move, I'm going to eat."

Mo Junting watched her eat with a half-smile.

Yan Zhixin bit the thing in her mouth hard, gnashing her teeth as if she regarded the food in her mouth as him.

Mo Junting reached out to wipe the rice grains from the corner of her lips: "Are you full?"

She heard what he meant, and her scalp exploded immediately: "No, I still want to eat!"

The next day, she was lying on the bed and didn't even have the strength to lift her fingers, but the man was refreshed, his brows were bright, and nothing happened at all.

She lay on the bed, just wanting to scratch his face.

Because, he looks so hateful!
Mo Junting kissed her forehead happily: "I'll give you a half-day rest, this afternoon..."

Before he could finish speaking, Yan Zhixin directly threw a pillow at him: "Go away!"

In the afternoon, Mo Junting failed.

Because, Yan Zhixin's great aunt finally came!

After Yan Zhixin wept with joy, she soon fell into panic again.

The color is wrong!

Described by the color of the lipstick, it's like an aunt's look turned into a beheaded man's look.

Yan Zhixin had never experienced this kind of situation before, she was so scared to pee, she rushed out of the bathroom in fear, and asked, "Where's Ling Feng? I want to find Ling Feng."

Seeing her pale face and cold sweat on her forehead, Mo Junting gently stroked her back: "What's wrong?"

"My..." Yan Zhixin had never discussed this issue with a man before, so she said a little hesitantly, "My thing is not right, I want to ask him."

(End of this chapter)