The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 36 The Unavoidable Poison
Panting, Yan Zhixin handed the racket to the caddy, and out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the man on the opposite side who was still calm and composed, with a sad and indignant expression on her face.

He did it on purpose.

He deliberately put water on her, made her self-confidence inflate, and when she thought she could grasp her own freedom, he slapped her hard into the abyss of hopelessness.

How hateful this man is!
Not only that, not only was she not free, but she owed him a request!
Sitting down in the rest area feebly, Yan Zhixin put the towel on her face, feeling as if she wanted to die.

Mo Junting wasn't too tired, so he sat down and drank some juice before going on stage again.

This time, his opponent was Ling Feng.

Yan Zhixin watched the battle while drinking fruit juice, and found that Ling Feng's death was as miserable as hers.

No, it was worse than her.

For her, Mo Junting at least put some water on her.

As soon as Ling Feng came on stage, he was brutally abused by Mo Junting, who beat him straight in the face, until Ling Feng lost his helmet and armor, and finally lay down on the field crying.

Mo Junting's body was fierce, his brows were cold, like the only emperor in the world.

At this moment, the emperor who looked down on all sentient beings was walking towards her, with a domineering voice: "Hey me."

what?
Yan Zhixin froze for a moment, then raised her head.

The air was full of his breath, clear but with a hint of fragrance, and the smell of sweat was full of hormones.

Clearer and more real than the smell in the restaurant in the morning.

This kind of taste is probably the honey that other women can't ask for, but it is the poison that she can't avoid.

Her first reaction was to cover her nose again.

... But the lesson was too painful, she forcibly held back.

Reaching out to pick up a glass of undrinked juice, Yan Zhixin asked, "Is this fulfilling a request I owe you?"

Instead of being angry, Mo Junting smiled, reached out and lifted her chin, leaned close to her ear, and threatened in a low voice that only two people could hear: "What do you think?"

Yan Zhixin gritted her teeth: "You devil!"

Mo Junting's eyes suddenly turned cold: "Who are you calling a devil?"

Yan Zhixin glanced at him: "Who should be."

The man smiled angrily, and looked down at the girl drenched in sweat. The blush on her face was not fading, and she stubbornly raised her face. He grabbed her waist and pulled her up from the chair. Mo Junting hugged her, turned around and walked into the dressing room at the back, and closed the door with a bang.

Yan Zhixin said in shock: "What are you going to do?"

Mo Junting put one hand against the wall behind her, stared at her with burning eyes, and warm breath brushed against her sensitive ears, "You."

Yan Zhixin's back felt cold, and she moved aside without showing any trace.

But he knew this earlier, before she escaped, the other hand blocked her other side, completely restraining her between the wall and his body.

A strong and domineering masculine aura rushed towards him, exuding extreme danger!
In the man's sea-like eyes, there was faint anger floating.

Yan Zhixin realized in panic that something was wrong.

The neuropathy is not very able to control himself, but he gets angry again, and he will definitely lose control even more.

But in such a small space, she had nowhere to escape.

Yan Zhixin hastily gave in: "That... I was wrong just now..."

(End of this chapter)