The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 938 You are done washing!
The two stood still.

Mo Junting looked at her, and she looked at her feet.

When this man was cruel, his aura alone could crush her half to death; when he was acting like a spoiled child, she didn't even have the slightest ability to resist.

Yan Zhixin sighed helplessly.

After peeing, the young master Mo Junting sat down on the sofa in the living room, and continued to order the servant Xiao Yanzhi: "I am thirsty, I want to drink water."

Yan Zhixin glanced at him, then got up to pour water.

Even when he was drunk, his sitting posture was still as standard as a textbook.

The only difference is that under the norms, his eyes are full of mist, soft and soft. When he stares at her, it seems that her whole mind is drawn into it, which is extraordinarily seductive.

Too foul!

Yan Zhixin brought the boiled water to his lips, and he took a sip of her hand, disgusted: "It's too weak."

It just so happened that the big kitchen sent over something to sober up, and there were several of them.

She chose honey milk and handed it to him: "Sweet."

He took a sip and frowned: "It's too sweet."

When it was replaced with vinegar and sugar water, Mo Junting refused to open his mouth when he smelled it.

Yan Zhixin brought mung bean paste in front of him, picked up the spoon and handed it to him: "Then eat this."

Mo Junting refused to take the spoon: "Hey, Master."

It's hard to serve.

Yan Zhixin fed him spoonful by spoonful, and after half a bowl, he refused to eat.

She didn't force her, leaving him to sit alone, and got up to go to the bathroom by herself.

After taking off her makeup and washing her hair, she hesitated for a moment, and took a shower by the way, half an hour later when she came out.

The hard-to-serve young master was still sitting in the same position, maintaining the posture she had before entering the bathroom, but lowered her head slightly, facing her sideways in a particularly lonely posture.

Yan Zhixin felt a little guilty for no reason.

As if he did something bad with his back turned.

She walked up to him lightly, and she was about to speak. The man slowly raised his head, his blue eyes were filled with grievance, bewilderment and innocence: "Xiao Yanzhi, you ignore me, young master."

Yan Zhixin comforted her, "It won't happen in the future."

His eyes flickered slightly: "Really?"

Yan Zhixin looked into his eyes and promised, "Of course!"

The man immediately made a request: "Master, I want to take a bath."

Yan Zhixin refused: "You can't take a bath now."

The man's expression collapsed, and he looked even more aggrieved. Such an expression on that perfect handsome face was too lethal. Yan Zhixin couldn't bear it, so she had no choice but to ignore him: "You can't take a bath after drinking."

He pinched her face with both hands: "Liar! You've finished washing!"

(End of this chapter)