You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

Just as she poked her head with a pen, Lu Yanmu reached for her pen, turned the notebook, and started writing and drawing on it.

Qingmang was holding his cheeks while watching the pen and swiftly solving the exercises. His well-knotted hands and powerful handwriting were in line with Lu Yanmu.

While Qing Mang was looking at his hands, Lu Yanmu had already written down the steps to solve the problem. Turned the book and handed it to her. "Look."

Qing Mang withdrew the rest of his thoughts, browsed through what he had written, and suddenly realized that he patted his head. She was a pig brain, but she didn't even think of this method.

Leaning over and snorting on his face, he said, "Thank you." Then he happily went to do his own exercises.

Lu Yanmu didn't speak, but just sat quietly next to him, occasionally watching her do homework, occasionally flipping through her textbooks, and looking at her more often.

Qingmang, who devoted himself to the exercises, was completely unaware of this. Naturally, he missed Lu Yanmu at this time. How gentle is Lu Yanmu? It depends on how spoiled and indifferent her eyes are.

When Qing Mang finished a paper, he breathed a long sigh of relief and stretched his waist. He immediately felt refreshed, and even his mood improved a lot, but his brain was exhausted.

Lifting his eyes to look at Lu Yanmu, he found that he was standing at the window and looking outside. The sunlight projected on him, and his figure was a little lonely.

lonely? Qingmang couldn't believe it, rubbing his eyes, how could Lu Yanmu feel lonely? But at this time, he seemed to feel that way.

He walked over gently, put his arm around his waist, leaned his head behind his back, and asked softly, "What's the matter?"

When the girl came into contact with him, her thoughts instantly returned to her senses, she grasped her little hands, and said lightly: "It's nothing."

Qing Mang rubbed his head, "Is it okay?"

Why doesn't it look okay? Whether it was in his previous life or in this life, Lu Yanmu was burdened with too much, and felt a little distressed inexplicably.

Lu Yanmu turned around and hugged her in his arms, and patted her lightly, "It's okay, don't think too much."

Qing Mang arched into his arms, but didn't ask any more, but hugged him even harder.

For a man like Lu Yanmu, dignity is more important than anything else. As his woman, he can only give him warmth. As for the rest, he can only take care of the rest.

Lu Yanmu's head rested on the top of Qingmang's head, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, his cold expression gradually eased.

Maybe there are some things that are not so difficult to let go of after seeing them open.

Qing Mang was inexplicably sad when he heard his heartbeat at this time. Although they can often get tired of being together, the gap in their hearts is always there.

Many things choose to ignore, not because they don’t exist, but because they don’t want to tell the truth, maybe even after the truth, even the current warmth is not there.

"Lu Yanmu, you know, I've been there all the time." Qing Mang murmured, burying his face in his chest.

Lu Yanmu hugged her, did not speak, and did not express the rest, but the tighter and tighter his hands showed his feelings at this time.

After slowing down for a while, Lu Yanmu relaxed a little, "Go to eat, and choose something after eating." Pat Qing Mang on the back and motioned her to let go.

Qing Mang gave a hum, and after rubbing again, he let go of his hand and replaced it with his arm, "Let's go."