You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

"Lu Yanmu, do you like me very much?" Qingmang raised his head slightly, looking at him with a smile, and the corners of his eyes and brows were full of smiles.

Why Lu Yanmu likes her so much? I haven't figured it out yet.

Is it just because she looks better? But Lu Yanmu is not like her, not superficial.

Lu Yanmu curled his eyebrows slightly, let go of her and sat up, "You have asked this question many times."

Qing Mang stepped forward to wrap his arms, rested his head on his shoulders, and shook, "But I just want to know. You have to know that women are not like you men, we like to listen to these sweet words."

Lu Yanmu pressed his eyebrows helplessly, the expression on his face was indifferent, and he didn't want to pay attention to her.

Qing Mang did not give up and rubbed forward again, staring at him, as if he wouldn't let go without saying.

"Well, I like it." Lu Yanmu couldn't hold her back, and replied in a cold voice.

Qing Mang instantly smiled on his face, holding his face, just a mouthful.

Oh, what should I do, I feel so happy.

Lu Yanmu's eyes flicked twice, and his expression was gentle. When she looked at her, she inadvertently caught a glimpse of the back of her hand, which was red and swollen, even slightly wrinkled, and her brows suddenly became cold.

With a cold face, he pulled out the tangled arms, picked up the ointment next to it and squeezed it out, took her hand, and touched the ointment directly.

"I don't know how to apply medicine for burns!" Lu Yanmu's face was cold throughout the whole process, and his voice was extremely cold.

The expression on his face was very serious, he looked extremely unhappy, the movements on his hands did not lighten up, and even the cotton swabs were useless, and he pressed directly on the wound with his fingertips. The technique was not gentle, and the pain was a little bit blue. Bare teeth grinned.

He took a look at Lu Yanmu, his face was indifferent, and he ignored her resistance throughout the whole process, and the movements on his hands didn't lighten up at all.

Ah, this indifferent and arrogant man.

"Take it lightly, it hurts..." Qing Mang stretched out his hand and gently pulled the cuff of his shirt, pouting a mouth, making a soft voice, and protesting in a low voice.

Lu Yanmu sullen his face and glanced at the little white hand at the cuff, "Knowing that it hurts or protecting yourself, I should make you hurt for a while."

The mouth is not in the slightest, but the movements of the hands have slowed down a lot, changed from the previous fierceness and softened a lot.

Qing Mang pursed his mouth to laugh, but when he thought of the rhythm of being beaten if he laughed out loud, he abruptly held back. He dragged his head with the other hand and stared at him.

I have to say that no matter what this man does, he always has his own aura. A good family background, a good figure, and a good appearance, apart from being easy to lose his temper, he can hardly pick out any shortcomings.

Qing Mang looked at this person at the top of the pyramid, who turned his hands over the clouds and rain, and was so willing to let go of the things in his hands for her, just to give her medicine.

Because of the missing feelings of the things in the previous life, it slowly returned to the track it should have. In the previous life, he was entrusted with non-human beings. In this life, he must live with him, no matter what happens.

After Lu Yanmu applied a thick layer of ointment to the area where she was scalded, he closed his hand, and a trace of distress was stained under his eyes, "Why don't you call it pain?"

You know, before just rubbing the skin a little, you would yell and yell, and even if you burn it like this, you didn't even say a word.