You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

Qing Mang was very happy to pull Lu Yanmu's arm, and followed him around the Suyuan Garden. Although it was too late, I couldn't see much of the scenery, but it was probably because the people around me were different, so all I saw was Very beautiful existence.

"Lu Yanmu, do you think there will be one day when we are 70 or 80 years old, we will still be able to lean against each other and simply sit together, even if we don't talk, it will be beautiful?"

Qing Mang leaned on his shoulder, scribbling casually in the air with his little hands, and what he outlined was probably the beautiful thing between them.

As long as I think that I will be with him for the rest of my life, I feel that I can survive the future even if it is difficult.

When you meet a good person, you will be able to improve each other, become more mature, and work together to resist everything in the future.

"Yeah." Compared to Qing Mang's emotions, Lu Yanmu was obviously more indifferent, sitting next to him, and faintly replied.

Perhaps Lu Yanmu did not experience Qingmang's life without experiencing it. He has become accustomed to being alone in all kinds of disturbances, so as not to be surprised everywhere.

And Qingmang experienced the death of the previous life, and everything in this life became more precious, and wanted to grasp everything with his heart.

"Lu Yanmu, actually, believe it or not, I died once and then came back alive." Qingman put his hand on his shoulder and asked in a relaxed tone as much as possible.

Rebirth is always a mixed blessing for her. She is afraid that one day when she wakes up from a dream, nothing will happen.

This is just her resentment before her death, in her resentment, the regret of completing her previous life. But even if you live in resentment, you can be regarded as fulfilling the only hope in life.

When Lu Yanmu heard these words, he rarely raised his eyes and glanced at her, his eyes were full of meaning, as if he wanted to explore the truth or falsehood of her words.

If it is really like what she said, then her past behavior seems to make sense. All of this is because of this matter.

But how can people come back to life when they die? There seems to be something incredible about this matter.

"Thinking about it again." Lu Yanmu touched her head and spoke softly, seemingly indulgent.

Qing Mang rubbed his big palm, "Just treat me as crazy."

In fact, regardless of whether it is madness or not, I already cherish everything I have now. It is already very grateful to be able to do it again. As for the rest, it is not within my control.

I raised my eyes and looked up at a dark sky. Even if I couldn't see it, there were stars. Just like she was lost no matter what, Lu Yanmu would wait for her where she was.

"Lu Yanmu, meeting you was probably the luckiest thing in my life, the luckiest thing in my life." Qing Mang hugged his neck, buried his face on his shoulder, and said softly.

No matter what time it is, as long as he is there, it is the root of happiness.

"Yeah. Such a recognition is very good." Lu Yanmu softened his voice and said lightly, teasing slightly. "So sensible, I'm not used to it."

Such a green light is indeed different from the previous ones. He has become more sensible. Although he is clingy, he is not unreasonable.

Since being kidnapped, Qingmang seems to have slightly changed his previous impression, this feeling.

If everything is acting, then I hope to continue acting, then lie to him for the rest of his life.