The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 892 I made a mistake and got punished
Yan Zhixin said helplessly: "I don't want to wash now, you put me down and I'll dry the water."

Mo Junting pinched the tip of her nose lovingly, but did not force her.

Everyone has seen it.

There is no need to rush everything.

Yan Zhixin was finally able to get down to the ground, ran to the table with the flowers in her arms and put them in a vase before running into the bathroom.

When he came, she was not in the mood to take a bath, she washed under the shower, dried herself, changed into clothes, and walked out of the bathroom, only to see him destroying flowers with his hands with great interest.

One piece, another piece.

There were more than a dozen delicate and tender flower petals piled up on the table, all of which he tore off.

Beautiful boy with flowers, how to look at how seductive.

It's just too brutal.

Yan Zhixin was a little speechless: "What are you doing?"

Mo Junting's expression was innocent and righteous: "I heard that when it's hard to make a choice, people like to count
Yan Zhixin was a little surprised and a little bit ironic: "Do you have something difficult to decide now?"

Mo Junting propped his chin: "It was there just now, but it won't be there when you come out."

Yan Zhixin: "..."

She finally discovered that although this man looks mature, introverted and arrogant, there is still a child living in his heart, and he will do some dumbfounding things from time to time.

Reaching out to pick up the petals one by one, she said seriously: "Don't give this flower in the future, not any lilies."

Mo Junting showed a grievance on his face: "You don't like it?"

Yan Zhixin explained: "The fragrance of lilies will make people insomnia, so it's not suitable for you."

Mo Junting: "..."

He only reads the language of flowers when he sends flowers.

She collects flowers only to see if they can make people sleep.

No wonder she didn't respond to the many times he sent so many flowers in the past.

It turned out that she didn't watch this at all!

Raising his hand to hold her in his arms, he rubbed the top of her hair with his chin: "I just found out today that we have a big generation gap."

Yan Zhixin: "..."

Putting the petals aside, she picked up the bouquet, saw that there was a card inside, and pulled it out casually.

Seeing the elegant, graceful and powerful fonts on it, she was a little surprised: "You wrote it? Your English characters are so beautiful."

Mo Junting played with her soft hair with great interest: "Want to learn? I'll teach you."

The good time in the afternoon was spent in Yan Zhixin's handwriting practice.

Yan Zhixin's calligraphy is very good, but English characters can only be described as "neat", and it was a bit difficult to practice at the beginning. She sat in Mo Junting's arms and wrote each letter with great care.

Someone clearly said that he was teaching her, but he was actually holding her back.

play with her hair.

Pinch her face.

Yan Zhixin was able to remain calm at the beginning, but then her writing became more and more chaotic. Whenever his movements were presumptuous, the tip of her pen would tremble.

She shrank back, trying to avoid his hand: "No."

The corners of Mo Junting's lips curled into a hint of teasing, and his thin lips pressed against her ear, breathing warm breath: "Yanzhi, if you are not serious, I will punish you."

In the past at Xie's house, if she didn't practice calligraphy seriously, her grandfather would beat her palms with a ruler.

She was beaten countless times.

Mo Junting is much better than her, and the number of times he has passed the ruler can be counted on one's fingers.

But in front of her eyes, this man obviously wouldn't use such a traditional way of punishment, she felt itchy ears, she pushed his face away, and continued to copy seriously.

But the disordered heartbeat still revealed her nervousness, and she accidentally drew a thick horizontal line on the paper.

Mo Junting laughed: "If you make a mistake, you have to be punished."

(End of this chapter)