Young Master Jun’s 100 Techniques to Spoil His Wife (The Empire's Mr. Jun Is Playing The Villai

Feeling the pity in Jun Mohan's voice, Feng Sujin's heart rippled slightly, and the heart lake seemed a little restless.

In fact, after life and death, the two get along more harmoniously.

Feng Sujin actually couldn't tell what kind of emotion was mixed in.

She thought, maybe as Jun Mohan said before, it's better to let the flow take its course.

Since returning, the two have also started to share the same bed at night.

Of course, in the past, he also slept in the same bed.

But at that time, when Jun Mohan went to bed, she fell asleep and didn't know it. When she woke up the next day, she didn't see Jun Mohan, so there was no embarrassment.

But now, his physical injury is not completely healed, so he needs to rest early.

So every time Feng Sujin takes a bath, washes, and dawds, when she goes to bed again, Jun Mohan still hasn't slept.

Jun Mohan sat beside the bed and read the newspaper, his face was exquisite and charming.

When he was serious, he seemed ethereal and mysterious, as if he didn't eat fireworks.

Feng Sujin was a little restrained, but Jun Mohan had already fallen asleep when she would rather have finished scrubbing.

Obviously, no matter how late she dawdled, Jun Mohan would not go to bed earlier.

As if hearing the sound, Jun Mohan looked away from the newspaper, and when he saw Feng Sujin, his eyes softened, "Have you finished washing?"

Feng Sujin nodded, and after nodding, she realized why this sentence felt ambiguous.

For a moment, her face was hot.

Jun Mohan didn't know what Feng Sujin was thinking. He set his eyes on Feng Sujin's hair and said helplessly, "Why didn't you blow your hair today?"

Feng Sujin tugged at her wet hair, "Well, I heard that my hair is naturally dry, which is good for hair quality. I'll wait until my hair is dry before going to sleep. You go to sleep first."

After speaking, Feng Sujin could not wait to bite off her tongue, she lowered her head and dared not look at Jun Mohan's face.

Jun Mohan raised his picturesque brows and looked at Feng Sujin with a half-smile, a glamorous glint flashed in his eyes, not arguing about his emotions.

Feng Sujin's heart was beating as Jun Mohan looked at her like this.

"me……"

Jun Mohan got up and walked slowly to Feng Sujin.

Every move showed dignity and elegance, but for some reason, Feng Sujin always felt that the footsteps had a strong domineering force.

Jun Mohan stood in front of Feng Sujin, a head taller than her, just looking at her condescendingly.

After watching for a while, Jun Mohan took a step forward slowly, and Feng Sujin had to take a step back.

Jun Mohan's persecution was very strong, until Feng Sujin pushed it against the wall and could not retreat, she stretched out her small hand and placed it on Jun Mohan's shirt with trembling.

For some reason, under Jun Mohan's strong breath, her heart was pounding, as if she was about to jump out of her heart.

Jun Mohan put one hand in his pocket and the other on the wall beside Feng Sujin.

He lowered his body slightly, approached Feng Sujin's ear, and gently covered Feng Sujin's earlobe.

An electric tremor rushed into Feng Sujin's body, "Uh...ah..."

Feng Sujin's toes were curled up, and she couldn't help but exclaimed.

Jun Mohan was obviously satisfied with Feng Sujin's reaction, "Ajin, if I want you, do you think you can escape?"

Jun Mohan's voice was low and clear, with a magnetism, and Feng Sujin's heart trembled violently.

Mr. Jun like this is full of momentum, and Feng Sujin can't stand it at all.

"No...no...you're hurt, can't...can't touch your wound."