You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

The slightly drunken morning light leaped in from the half-covered window, the breeze flicked the beige curtains and swayed, and the **** the Simmons bed was still asleep, her face peaceful and beautiful, with a slight smile on her lips.

This time, Qing Mang slept very comfortably. Although he was ill, it was probably because of Lu Yanmu by his side that the whole person felt very smooth.

I vaguely remember that I was a bit dishonest when I slept last night. For a while, I felt too hot and kicked the quilt. Lu Yanmu pulled her back and rebuilt it several times, and was kicked again after a while.

It seemed that at the end, Lu Yanmu almost woke her up and gave her a beating. Fortunately, Qing Mang was well aware of current affairs, and before Lu Yanmu broke out, she fell asleep honestly again.

When Qing Mang thinks about it now, she feels that even if she is asleep, she seems to be quite aware of current affairs.

Rubbing his eyes and leaning on the bed to relax, today is much better than yesterday.

Except that the throat is still uncomfortable, some are very dry, and it hurts a little when swallowing.

The feeling of head swelling is a lot better, unlike yesterday's dizziness, the whole person has no strength, and even the whole person is a lot easier.

It seems that Xu Mo, this kid, apart from being a little unreliable, is still very good at medical skills. Even if he is not a genius doctor, he is still cured. Oh, I forgot to add a sentence, it's better because of the money.

Taking a look at his side, Lu Yanmu's position was empty, and the temperature next to him was as usual, but it was full of the fragrance of pine, which smelled very nice.

Perhaps for her, the smell of Lu Yanmu's body was already her tranquilizer, as long as she was around, she never felt restless.

I can't imagine if she leaves Lu Yanmu one day, she will die of insomnia.

"Ahem..." Because of the dry throat, he couldn't help but coughed. When she coughed, the door was suddenly opened, and then a servant came in and looked at her nervously.

"Miss Qingmang, are you okay." The servant stood three steps away, looking at her nervously.

Qing Mang eased his throat, took a sigh of relief, and slowly said, "It's okay, it's okay, just pour me a glass of water to make it smooth."

"Hey." The servant hurriedly replied, walked to the head of the bed, unscrewed the kettle, and said while pouring the water: "San Ye confessed early that we prepared water and put it here, saying that Miss Qingmang must wake up. Find water to drink."

I tried the temperature through the glass, and then handed it to Qingmang when it was right. He smiled very joyfully: "It seems that Sanye understands Miss Qingmang, which makes people really envious."

With a smile on Qing Mang's face, he stretched out his hand and took a sip. Inexplicably, he felt that there was no sugar in it, but it was sweet in his heart.

After drinking, holding the cup in his hand, thinking of Lu Yanmu, he casually asked, "Where is Sanye, did you go to the company?"

At this point, Lu Yanmu should be in the company.

The servant laughed, and said, "San Ye is worried about the young lady. He didn't go to the company this morning and was working in the study."

Huh? Qing Mang suddenly raised his head when he heard the words, with a bit of surprise on his face. A workaholic like Lu Yanmu was surprised that she did not go to work.

"Did he have breakfast?" Qing Mang asked as he got out of bed and walked to the bathroom.

"Shortly after San Ye got up, Assistant Song came over with a stack of documents. San Ye went directly into the study, as if talking about things, we didn't dare to bother." The servant thought for a while and said truthfully.