The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 971

Yan Zhixin walked into the hotel room, threw herself on the big soft bed, and lazily exhaled.

When filming before, she stayed in a hotel until she vomited.

Now she actually...

Does this count as running away from home?

Come out, come out, no matter whether it is or not, let's get enough sleep first.

She kept spare clothes in her car, and she didn't worry about running out of clothes to change. She took a comfortable shower in the bathroom and went to bed.

When she lay down, she was in this state——

Thank goodness.

Thankfully.

Finally got rid of Mo Junting's clutches.

She can sleep well.

Then, did not fall asleep!

She tossed and turned on the bed, and half an hour passed in the blink of an eye.

Her state becomes——

Inexplicably felt that the bed was a bit empty.

It seems that something is missing.

There is no familiar smell.

Nobody hugged her.

Nobody kissed her.

No one said good night to her.

She didn't want to think about it, but the handsome face of that bad man always flashed in her mind inadvertently.

Charming, sexy, gentle, strong, even cute.

He looked at her eyes always seemed to have a fire-like light.

He always likes to pinch her face.

His clear breath will envelop her.

He would whisper her name in a low voice and kiss her over and over again.

He would let her call him Brother Mo Mo, as if he never got tired of hearing it no matter how many times.

Even with her eyes closed, she could imagine him smiling and looking at him...

Suddenly, her consciousness suddenly came to her senses.

What is she thinking? !

She left him only half a day.

She actually...

How could she be so worthless?

Yan Zhixin embraced the pillow, silently spurning herself.

However, even if she misses him again, she can't go back.

Too embarrassing.

How can anyone run away from home and go back on their own initiative?

No matter what, let him come to her.

Then she can negotiate with him, hum.

Thinking of this, Yan Zhixin finally hypnotized herself and fell asleep.

In her sleep, Yan Zhixin dreamed of the majestic Yanxin.

She was sitting with her knees hugged under the wisteria flower porch of the castle. It was a little cold, Yanxin rushed over and hugged her, wrapping her warmly in her hair, she happily said: "Thank you, Yanxin."

She hugged Yanxin's neck, only to find that its expression was full of domineering arrogance, just like Mo Junting.

It took a breath: "How can I thank me?"

Yan Zhixin thought for a while, then took out a cow bone and handed it to it: "Here you are."

Yan Xin dismissed it disdainfully, and said in disgust: "No!"

Yan Zhixin asked it: "What do you want?"

Yanxin threw her to the ground suddenly: "You!"

She raised her head in surprise, and found that at some point, Yanxin had changed into Mo Junting's appearance, with her mouth open, she bit down on her neck.

Ah, it hurts!

Yan Zhixin woke up all of a sudden.

He touched his neck subconsciously, but fortunately, he was not bitten.

Opening her eyes, it was not yet midnight, she looked at the empty bed beside her, and sighed faintly.

She has always been a deep sleeper and rarely wakes up in the middle of the night.

After being with Mo Junting, he even slept until dawn.

Now, without him by her side, she couldn't even sleep well?

(End of this chapter)