The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 943 No guests are entertained here

"Male desire equals male courtship."

The man's voice was particularly low, "between you and me, if you wait for you to ask for it, it is tantamount to waiting for the female to take the initiative to court. The result is that I may not be able to wait until my hair turns gray."

Yan Zhixin: "..."

That said, there's nothing wrong with it.

but--

Yan Zhixin raised her face to meet the man's eyes: "You are a human being, not an animal, you can regulate yourself."

The man leaned down and looked down at her, gnashing his teeth: "So, do you want me to wait until my hair turns gray?"

He was too close.

Yan Zhixin felt that her back had touched the goat milk cup.

She struggled to support her body so as not to let herself fall on the tableware—but her hands and waist were still shaking from exhaustion, she could hardly hold it anymore, and said with a trembling voice: "You get up first."

Mo Junting was unmoved: "You answer me first."

Yan Zhi wanted to scratch him.

Sleep in separate rooms, he will sleep.

He doesn't sleep in separate rooms, and he doesn't want to be abstinent.

Why are there so many things!

Yan Zhixin was annoyed: "So, are you threatening me?"

"No." Mo Junting said with a smile on his lips, "I can't agree to these two things. You can make other requests, such as location and method."

Yan Zhixin: "..."

Is there a difference?

Mo Junting thought about it for a while, and made a firm promise: "I will be as gentle as possible."

Yan Zhixin: "..."

Gentle ass!

Yan Zhixin's whole body was shaking, and her face was also flushed. This posture was too much a test of her body's toughness, and she had already stretched to the limit.

When she finally fell to the table, the man stretched out his hand calmly, and took her into his arms before she pressed down on the dinner plate: "I will try my best to control it."

Yan Zhixin gasped for breath and ignored him.

He looked down at her little face, and his voice was full of ambiguity: "I'll let you finish your breakfast first."

After thinking about it, he promised again: "I will match your rhythm."

Yan Zhixin: "..."

He went on to add: "The location is up to you, as long as you want, as long as I can do it, it's fine."

Yan Zhixin: "..."

Mo Junting also thought of another aspect: "You can say whatever method you like."

After talking for a long time, it was all nonsense.

Yan Zhixin regained her breath, and pushed him away forcefully: "Get out of the way!"

Not wanting to eat breakfast, Yan Zhixin stomped into the study, and closed the door with a "bang".

I'm so angry!
However, there is no way.

Mo Junting didn't forcefully follow him in, turned around to check the time, and asked the people from the big kitchen to come over and take away the uneaten breakfast, and then brought over lunch.

The whole noon was spent in Yan Zhixin's unilateral cold war.

After lunch, her body felt exhausted again. She didn't want to share the master bedroom with him, but she walked all over the Ting Garden but found that there was no guest room!

She ran to ask Mo Junting, and Mo Junting said straightforwardly: "We never entertain guests here."

Yan Zhixin was speechless.

She really didn't want to go to the master bedroom, and remembered that there was a soft couch in the greenhouse. She entered the greenhouse, closed the door, tied it, then blocked the door with a chair, and lay down to sleep peacefully.

(End of this chapter)