You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

Originally thought he would throw it away, but after biting it for a while, he didn't feel Lu Yanmu's movement. The green mang bit was meaningless, so he let it go, leaving only a neat tooth mark on his wheat-colored skin. .

After Qing Mangsong spoke, he took a look at Lu Yanmu and found that his expression was normal, and he didn't even use his brows. He couldn't help but wonder, did he really bite him just now?

Had it not been for a neat tooth mark and saliva on his wrist, Qingmang would have thought it was someone else.

"Does it hurt if I bite you?" Qing Mang looked at him and asked softly.

Lu Yanmu looked at the tooth marks and the residual saliva, slightly disgusted, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said in a calm voice, "What do you mean?"

Qingmang touched his chin and glanced at him seriously, "It seems that it doesn't hurt. Would you like to try again?"

While speaking, he held his hand again, lowered his head and wanted to bite down, but the back of his forehead was directly slapped against by Lu Yanmu's slap, and his head was directly controlled.

"Are you a dog? You like to bite so much?" Lu Yanmu held her head and beat her mercilessly.

Qing Mang's forehead was resisted by him, and he stunned slightly, turned his face to him, and replied, "Yeah, what's the matter?"

She is a dog, she just likes to bite, what's wrong? Don't give me a bite? If you don't bite, she just wants to bite.

Lu Yanmu: "..."

Facing the opponent's nonchalant routines, Lu Yanmu was no longer helpless to describe.

I thought it would be a little shy to use such words on girls, but for Qing Mang, it seemed completely useless.

"Don't bite people casually, it's unhygienic." Lu Yanmu, who has no way, can only think of this reason to stop Qingmang's behavior.

Unexpectedly, Qing Mang returned him directly with a single sentence, "It's okay, I don't think you are dirty."

This is true, but why does it sound so strange?

After Qing Mang finished speaking, he wanted to get rid of his control, holding his arm with one hand, and then wanted to bite down.

Lu Yanmu had no choice but to lift her whole body directly, holding her in his arms firmly with both hands, and whispered a warning: "Qing Mang!"

Can you let him take a break for such a fuss?

With a playful smile on his face, Qing Mang made a grimace at him. After all, he didn't move any more, but rather sat on his lap rather obediently and let him hold it.

When Lu Yanmu saw Qingmang like this, his old father's mood suddenly changed, and he had to live ten years less because of the noise.

Qing Mang was quiet for a while and glanced at the hair, which was still dry, "Lu Yanmu, my hair is still dry."

"Well, so what?" Lu Yanmu replied not salty or indifferent.

"Do you want to blow my hair?" Qing Mang asked innocently.

What's the matter if you don't blow half of it?

Lu Yanmu glared at her, teasing: "Do you still want to blow?"

The implication was that she was so noisy and wanted him to help blow her hair, but she was already fine without throwing her out.

"Why didn't you blow?" Qing Mang didn't react, what did Lu Yanmu mean.

"Then what were you doing just now?" Lu Yanmu asked not to answer.

"Um..." Qing Meng suddenly realized what he was talking about.

I just disliked that she was making a lot of noise just now, and bothered him to blow his hair.

Okay, blame her.