You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

Hearing what Gu Qingmang said, Lu Yanmu slowly withdrew his gaze, and when he looked at her, he had returned to his usual coldness.

"Yeah." Lu Yanmu replied indifferently, and moved Qing Mang to a seat next to him. "What's the matter?" He raised his eyes and glanced at Song Yuan, his eyes a little bit of displeasure.

Song Yuan raised the bag in his hand, "Scalding medicine." He dared to pack the ticket. If nothing happened to break in and make Sanye rest, he would probably be repaired miserably.

Lu Yanmu turned his head to look at Gu Qingmang, with a straight face, frowning slightly, his eyes fell on her hand, a large area of ​​redness and swelling, and it even looked a little wrinkled.

He beckoned to Song Yuan, grabbed Qingmang's hand and looked at it carefully, with a cold face, his tone was rather unhappy, "No medicine?"

Qing Mang lowered his head with some guilty conscience, and said weakly, "No..."

She wanted to apply medicine, but no matter how badly she ran into such an unreliable school doctor, if she really asked Teacher Zhao to treat it, that would be fine. She was afraid that her hands would be useless.

While speaking, Song Yuan had already taken the ointment, and then consciously went out and closed the door, leaving room for the two of them.

To be honest, such a gentle San Ye would really only appear in front of Gu Qingmang.

Lu Yanmu looked at her with a serious expression, dark eyes that were as deep as cold pools were filled with danger, and the whole body exuded a sense of oppression, and a coldness spread from him to the surroundings.

Qingmang sensed the change in atmosphere, and instantly realized that Lu Yanmu seemed to be angry?

She had only seen him angry, but anger was very rare. It turned out that he was angry like this?

"Lu Yanmu, are you angry?" Qing Mang leaned his little head over and saw him with a straight face and his handsome eyebrows twisted together, making the already cold person look more like an iceberg.

Lu Yanmu stared at her without speaking, his brows were displeased.

Hey, this arrogant man.

Qing Mang stretched out his small hand and pressed his eyebrows lightly, his voice was soft and waxy, "Don't be angry, angry is not good. The original features of such good-looking features are all deformed when angry."

Listening to what Gu Qingmang said, Lu Yanmu was not moved, but twisted it harder.

Qingmang pouted, "Do you know what I like best about you?"

Lu Yanmu just stared at her without speaking.

Qing Mang didn't care, staring at his gaze, and slowly said, "I like your face the most, well... If this face is not good, maybe..."

Before Qing Mang's words were finished, the person was turned aside, and his wrist was tightly grasped by the man, as if he had lost his strength, and felt a little painful.

"What are you talking about?!" Lu Yanmu said in a low voice, without any ups and downs in his tone. It was more like a calm wind, but it fell in the ears of the listener, but it was invisibly mixed with countless swords and axes, coming towards you.

Qingmang raised his eyes to look at Lu Yanmu, his whole body was covered with a layer of gloom, and the birds looked at her from time to time. There was a terrifying wave under his black eyes, and his whole body was exuding a biting chill with the danger of osmosis. The appearance of time is like the Raksha Yama who grasps life and death.

Seeing him like this, it probably understood that Lu Yanmu was a sign of anger, and she seemed to have annoyed Lu Yanmu.

If it were in the previous life, she would probably be frightened and helpless, even more terrified of Lu Yanmu, and even couldn't help fleeing.

But in this life, she is no longer the original Gu Qingmang.