You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

Qing Mang walked over and reached for his towel. In Lu Yanmu's suspicious eyes, he sat down on the sofa beside him, and then personally wiped his hair.

Just let her do this kind of thing, after all, it's the time to show her tenderness.

Qing Mang stroked his hair with her hand. This was the first time she actually touched Lu Yanmu's hair. It should be said that no one could get close to Lu Yanmu's body, and there were very few people who even met him, except for the servant who took care of him when she was a child, so she should be the first person to eat crabs.

I have to say that Lu Yanmu's hair is really good, not only black but also very straight and hard, which looks alive and well like his character.

When Qing Mang's hand was on top of his head, Lu Yanmu's body stiffened slightly, and he unconsciously leaned back for a while. After a while, he was relieved.

Sit up straight, let Qingmang's little hand touch the top of his head, without resisting.

About five minutes later, Qing Mang took off the towel, then touched his hair with a small hand, muttering to himself, "It seems to be dry."

Lu Yanmu stretched out his hand and touched it with a hum, then stood up and walked to the bed, the green light behind him also followed his steps.

As if feeling something was wrong, Lu Yanmu stopped abruptly, and the green light that was caught off guard slammed straight up, his nose hit his back, and tears almost fell.

"It hurts." Qing Mang hurriedly touched his nose with his hand, as if it was about to collapse. Fortunately, she didn't have plastic surgery, otherwise the nose must be broken.

But how could Lu Yanmu's body look like a copper wall and an iron wall? It was obviously made of muscle and fat, so how could it be so hard, damn, her nose didn't work anymore.

Lu Yanmu held Qingmang's hand, lifted her head up, and bent down slightly to look at her nose.

"Is there anything wrong, do you want to call a doctor over." Seeing her tears in her eyes, Lu Yanmu was full of concern.

Qing Mang held back the physical tears brought out by the pain, and shook his head, "It's okay, it's just a bump, it will be fine in a while."

If she calls a doctor because she bumped her nose, she is really too squeamish, how can she be so squeamish.

Lu Yanmu kept staring at her, his bright red nose made him feel a little distressed, and his eyes were stained with pity and self-blame.

Qing Mang didn't miss the emotions leaking out of his eyes, and patted his shoulder lightly with his hand, indicating that it was okay, "It's okay, wait a while, it's all right, but it hurts and it doesn't collapse. It won't be embarrassing to you."

Lu Yanmu glared at her when he heard the words. Does he care about shame?

Pulling her to sit aside, bending down to be level with her, keeping her eyes fixed on her nose, stretched out her hand and gently touched the tip of her nose, "Does it hurt?"

When he touched the tip of his nose, the painful Qingmang barely grinned, but when she saw the seriousness of Lu Yanmu's eyes, she silently closed it back.

"It doesn't hurt anymore. It's okay, don't worry." Qingmang held his big palm and covered it with his small hand to show comfort.

This man feels really distressed when he gets up, but when he gets cold, he is also really cold.

Sometimes I don’t know what kind of attitude I should use to treat him. I am afraid that he will feel distressed if he is more or less angry. It is really difficult to grasp this degree.