You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

Lu Yanmu was very helpless about this. Such a green light made him a little bit overwhelmed. In the past, he didn't want to let him touch, but now he hugs and kisses from time to time, so enthusiastic that he makes him wonder if it's a different person.

Slightly trying to pull down the hand that was holding his arms around his neck, but the green mansions were really tight, and he didn't want to let go. It was really helpless.

Qing Mang did not hear his answer. Almost the power of his body greeted him, his feet were wrapped around his thighs, and he wanted to climb up, but because of insufficient strength, he almost slipped to the ground several times, forcing Lu Yanmu to be unable to. Without reaching out to hold her hips, this result directly made her hang on Lu Yanmu's body.

Speaking of Lu Yanmu's helplessness at this time, the frowning of his brows might have caught a fly. Although he was helpless, he was helpless to Qingmang.

When provoking this little ancestor, when it brings a different feeling, it is also very helpless.

Qing Mang adjusted his posture, sat more comfortably, held his neck, rubbed his furry head hard against his neck, and then smiled a little, "Why didn't you answer me? Did you dislike me? annoyed?"

Qing Mang seemed to be holding on to this, and he had to get an answer from him. Lu Yanmu, an unbeaten person in the business world, was a little frustrated.

"Qing Mang, don't make trouble." Lu Yanmu said in a calm voice, rather helplessly.

"No." Qing Mang seemed to intend to smash him desperately, pretending not to let go if he didn't get an answer.

She knew Lu Yanmu's answer, but she still wanted to hear him say with her own ears. After all, women are sometimes audio-visual animals, and they like to listen to these sweet words.

Although in Lu Yanmu's eyes, she seemed to have done a little bit, in the relationship, as long as he likes herself, it is not counted as a lubricant for emotions.

As long as he pampers, he is not acting at any time, but acting like a baby.

Lu Yanmu stretched his neck slightly back, his deep black eyes stared at Qingmang only, and although Qingmang was a little afraid of the bit of chill in his eyes, he still had the courage to look at him. If you don't answer, I don't give up.

After tens of seconds, Lu Yanmu finally lost the battle. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then said softly, "Yes, I will spoil you for the rest of my life."

As soon as Qing Mang heard a smile on his face, his eyes turned into crescent shapes, and he took a mouthful of his face.

Well, every time two people play against each other, Lu Yanmu always compromises first. There is no other reason, just because he loves her.

Because of love, I can grind away my usual temper. The ever-victorious generals who used to be unbeaten in the business world are willing to give up in front of her.

Perhaps in a relationship, whether right or wrong, there is always one party who bows his head first, and Lu Yanmu is the one who bows first.

Qing Mang was holding Lu Yanmu and smiling happily, suddenly frowned slightly, his nose moved, and he sniffed lightly in the air. Why did he feel a bit of burnt smell?

When the line of sight fell to the white smoke, he quickly patted Lu Yanmu, slid off his body, and pointed to the pot in front of him, "Guo Guo Guo, it's burnt..."

After Lu Yanmu put her down, he hurriedly turned to turn off the fire valve, stared at the smoky pot, and sighed softly.

Qing Mang silently walked over and took a look, and said that there was a burning smell, and the pot was already a little black.