The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 890 Because I Want To See Your Face
I don't know if God heard Mo Junting's inner voice, but after nearly an hour, Yan Zhixin took the initiative to call.

Mo Junting showed a hint of joy uncontrollably, and when he picked it up, his voice was exceptionally calm, and his acting skills could be called actor-level.

Yan Zhixin felt a little wronged when she heard his plain voice: "Brother Mo Mo, have you been busy recently?"

Mo Junting continued to pretend: "A little bit."

Yan Zhixin said disappointedly: "Are you busy today?"

The corners of Mo Junting's lips curled into an imperceptible arc: "Guess?"

Of course Yan Zhixin guessed according to her own wish: "Not busy, right?"

The arc of Mo Junting's lips widened a bit, neither saying right nor wrong: "Then what?"

Yan Zhixin hesitated for a moment, then pursed her lips and said, "I miss you."

Mo Junting felt that the hour he had waited had paid off. He played with the card that was about to be inserted into the flower, and asked in a relaxed mood, "What do you miss about me?"

How come there is a sense of déjà vu for an awkward chat?

Yan Zhixin blurted out: "Face."

Feeling wrong after speaking, he quickly said: "No, I want... I want to..."

Inexplicably, I thought of the abs.

She was ashamed to say it.

Mo Junting's voice was low: "I don't want to? Huh?"

The ending sound rose slightly, carrying an indescribable coolness.

Yan Zhixin's heart skipped a beat, and she accidentally said the two words that she was embarrassed to say before.

-Abs.

"Think about your abs."

After she finished speaking, she realized that she had said the wrong thing, and she argued incoherently, "No, no, I was thinking about your whole body...uh...I was thinking about your body...not right..."

The more she said, the more mistakes she made, she blushed with embarrassment.

Mo Junting smiled: "Does that mean you still want to kiss me?"

Yan Zhixin quickly retorted: "No. I just want to hug you."

"Yanzhi, denying too quickly means guilty conscience." Mo Junting's voice was low, with an indescribably provocative tone, "You are dishonest."

Yan Zhixin: "..."

Mo Junting didn't intend to let her go so easily, raised his eyebrows slightly, tapped the card on the table lightly, and asked oppressively, "I dare not admit it, huh?"

Yan Zhixin was provoked by him, and couldn't help but said, "How dare I admit it?"

Mo Junting said with a half-smile, "Then I will ask you a question, and you must answer me honestly."

Yan Zhixin faintly felt that he was going to trick her again, but this man's tricks were too deep, she couldn't predict what he wanted to say, so she agreed.

Mo Junting asked, "Did you have a dream recently?"

Yan Zhixin was a little puzzled, but she still said, "Yes."

Mo Junting asked again: "Have you ever dreamed about me?"

Yan Zhixin nodded: "Yes."

Mo Junting continued to ask: "Have you ever dreamed of me kissing you?"

Yan Zhixin understood a little bit.

But she promised to answer honestly just now, so she said, "Yes."

The corners of Mo Junting's lips curled slightly: "Have you ever dreamed that I love you?"

Yan Zhixin was startled, and it took her a while to realize what he meant by "love", her face blushed all of a sudden.

Should she answer this question honestly?
During the silence, Mo Junting already knew the answer, and asked, "The front seat or the back seat?"

Yan Zhixin: "..."

She did not answer.

Mo Junting didn't force her, nor did he continue to ask, but he didn't hang up the phone either.

After being quiet for more than ten seconds, Yan Zhixin broke the jar and said, "The front seat."

Mo Junting raised his eyebrows: "Huh?"

Yan Zhixin patted her blushing face: "Maybe because I want to see your face?"

Mo Junting smiled softly: "You're so cute."

(End of this chapter)