The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 43
It was probably because everyone coordinated with Mo Junting's rhythm, and their steps were particularly uniform. At a glance, it looked like an army was training.

Yan Zhixin's eyes fell on the strange man, and when she was sure that she had never seen him by Mo Junting's side before, a touch of unexpected surprise rose in her heart.

Now that it has come, it means that it will go.

She can rub against his helicopter!

"Yan Zhixin, come here!"

Mo Junting stopped in his tracks, sweating slightly on his face, standing in front of the flowers in the bright morning light, his face was so handsome that it took one's breath away.

That lofty, self-respecting aura is actually like the man in her dream!
Could it be that he was the one who took away her innocence?
Could the dream be real?

Or is it this man that she sees every day, and that's why she subconsciously puts him in her dreams?

That firm and tight chest, the sweat dripping from the forehead, that temperature that seemed to melt her...

Thinking back to all the details in the dream, Yan Zhixin's face was on fire, her heart was beating so fast that it almost burst out of her throat.

Not daring to look at him again, she lowered her head and said, "What's the matter?"

"Come here!" Mo Jun Tingjun's face darkened slightly, "Don't make me say it a third time!"

Yan Zhixin took a deep breath, and walked in front of him as if death was at home: "What's the matter?"

Mo Junting had a domineering face: "Run."

Ling Hua, Ling Shan, and the bodyguards retreated a certain distance, making way for her to run beside Mo Junting.

Yan Zhixin pursed her lips. She didn't want to please this man, but a little obedience might make him less violent.

Before she leaves, she doesn't want anything more to happen.

Resigned to running with him, she was wearing sports clothes and sneakers for the convenience of movement, enough for jogging.

The most indispensable thing in the police academy is practice. She thought that jogging was an easy and casual thing for her.

But it turned out that she was too naive.

The dream last night made her feel sore and weak.

Mo Junting's strength was long, and he ran all the way without stopping to rest, and his steps were much larger than hers. The more she followed, the more powerless she was, and her panting was so loud that everyone could hear it clearly.

She couldn't bear it any longer, she turned her head and looked at Ling Shan: "How long do you have to run?"

Ling Shan waved his hand, indicating that he didn't know either.

Mo Junting would run longer than usual on weekends. If he was in a bad mood, it would not be surprising to run around King's Landing Island for a day. Anyway, they were used to accompanying him. They would follow him as far as he wanted to run.

Seeing his gesture, Yan Zhixin suddenly felt a little desperate.

Before arriving at King's Landing Island, she was very confident in her fighting skills...and was knocked down by Mo Junting.

Before arriving at King's Landing Island, she believed in her tennis skills...was completely defeated by Mo Junting.

Before arriving at King's Landing Island, she thought that jogging was nothing... and she was tortured to pieces by him.

He pressed everything she was proud of hard into the mire.

It feels like a person who has good grades in mathematics since childhood, has always been a perfect score, and has won the first place in the Olympiad many times. He has participated in various competitions representing the school, representing the district, and representing the city in the top three.

However, one day suddenly, when she participated in a national summer camp, she found that she couldn't solve the simplest question in the eyes of others.

She also has to endure the questioning eyes of others.

"You can't even do such a simple question?"

"Haven't you won some awards? Such a dish?"

"You didn't come to the wrong place, did you?"

Being defeated at the place where I am most confident, it feels really... want to cry.

(End of this chapter)