You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

What can she do? Does she have to take tougher measures?

Lu Yanmu was very obedient. She sat down and leaned on the sofa. He stretched out his hand and pulled on his tie. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, before faintly replied "It's okay."

Qing Mang sat halfway on the sofa, gently pressing her temples with her small hands, looking sideways at Lu Yanmu, she was always cold, but there was fatigue between her brows.

The impression Lu Yanmu had never had such a look, or that he would never feel tired.

So has his body started to have problems?

"Lu Yanmu, have you been very tired recently?" Qing Mang put his head on his shoulder and asked when he looked at him.

Lu Yanmu only felt that his shoulders were heavy, and the girl's soft and waxy voice reached his ears, like a breeze, taking away the remaining fatigue.

With a big palm, Qing Mang fell into Lu Yanmu's arms and sat on his lap.

Before Qing Mang could react, Lu Yanmu's chin rested on her shoulders, his hands restrained her, with a touch of gentleness in his dominance.

Well, I really want to pay it back.

Just as Qing Mang wanted to move, a cello-deep voice sounded above his head and ears: "Don't move, let me lie down for a while."

Hearing the slight tiredness in the words, Qing Mang's heart was soft and messed up, and she honestly nestled in his arms, not daring to move.

The shallow breathing sounded right in her ears, and the warm breath rushed to her neck, like a light feather fan, a little itchy, Qingmang wanted to scratch but didn't dare to move, and it was a little uncomfortable to endure.

She was hugged by Lu Yanmu, her back was leaning against him, her body temperature passed through through her thin clothes, a slight sultry heat. Although the air conditioner was turned on, but inexplicably felt a rush of heat rising from the bottom of my heart and gradually spreading.

Qingmang was a little uncomfortable with this feeling, and wanted to move it a little bit. In the end, she didn't dare to move. In the end, fine sweat oozes from her forehead, and even the tip of her nose is covered with fine sweat.

Listening to the even breathing and smelling the familiar smell, Qingmang wanted to live a life in peace like this, despite the noise outside, they have a world of their own.

Although Qing Mang was being held, he didn't dare to relax completely. He stiffened all the time. After a while, his back was beginning to feel uncomfortable.

After moving a little, Lu Yanmu hummed, so scared that Qingmang didn't dare to move again, so as not to affect his rest.

But don’t you think she is too heavy to hold her like this? Isn't it afraid of crushing him again?

When he was considering whether to wake him up, the door was pushed open, and Song Yuan walked in with a bag.

After hearing the movement, Lu Yanmu frowned slightly and slowly opened his eyes. The expression in Song Yuan's eyes was extremely icy cold.

Song Yuan's blood was freezing as he watched with that gloomy gaze, and he froze in place, not daring to move.

The look in San Ye was really too scary. Fortunately, he often followed San Ye, and he couldn't bear such look.

Qing Mang naturally felt the chill that Lu Yanmu radiated for an instant. Even if his embrace was warm, it was like a hotbed of chill, which made her extremely uncomfortable.

He stretched out his hand and gently pulled Lu Yanmu's sleeve, and whispered: "Lu Yanmu..."

Was it that Lu Yanmu was so gentle in front of her for so long that she would forget what Lu Yanmu was like at the beginning?