You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

Qing Mang was lying on the bed halfway, biting a quilt on his mouth, looking at Lu Yanmu standing on the edge of the bed, his teeth itching with anger.

Thinking of what happened just now, she wanted to beat Lu Yanmu.

After Qing Mang finished shouting, Lu Yanmu let go of her, holding a cotton swab in his hand, and rubbing medicine on her knees very seriously, with gentle movements.

I originally thought that after he finished rubbing, he would avoid suspicion and would not put medicine on her back and waist, so I felt relieved.

Who knew that after Lu Yanmu finished rubbing his knees, he first looked at her seriously, and then asked coldly, "I have it on him too?"

Qing Mang nodded, "Well, I feel that these two areas are also a bit painful, maybe it's also a bruise. But it should be fine with the clothes."

A layer of clothing must have been wiped so badly that it was not as bad as the elbows and knees, but the skin is probably torn.

Lu Yanmu picked up the medicine box in one hand and walked to Qingmang's face. He calmly said, "Here, or go to the bedroom?"

"Huh?" Qing Mang didn't quite understand what he meant.

"Do it here, or go back to the bedroom?" Lu Yanmu repeated patiently.

Qing Mang realized what Lu Yanmu meant, and hugged his arms around his chest, with a face of rejection, "No, I will ask the servant to deal with it later."

What a joke, let Lu Yanmu take care of it personally, but she couldn't do it.

What if the evil thoughts arise when you deal with it? It's not that she doesn't believe in Lu Yanmu, it's just that she can't believe in a man's impulse.

She is delicate skin and tender flesh, what if she is dealt with.

Lu Yanmu didn't have that much thought. Seeing Qingmang's refusal and avoiding her wounds, he directly carried her on his shoulders, raised his feet and walked to the door.

"You let me down!!!" Qing Mang was taken aback, staring at his feet desperately, trying to get down.

Lu Yanmu frowned slightly, a little dissatisfied, reached out and patted her ass, and said solemnly, "Don't make trouble."

! ! ! Qing Mang said he was shocked by his act of slapping his butt.

Why can he do such a frivolous action so smoothly? !

Or is it not the noble and cold, abstinent noble son?

So, the voice full of accusations resounded through the corridor.

"Lu Yanmu! You actually slapped my ass!!!"

But when she finished shouting, Qing Mang regretted it instantly. What she didn't expect was that Lu Yanmu didn't stop. When she shouted, Lu Yanmu had already opened the door and walked out.

If you were in the study, it might be soundproof, but if you shout in the corridor, she can guarantee that everyone in the villa heard her shout.

Hearing Qing Mang’s shout, some servants stopped their movements and looked at the source of the sound. They only saw their precious and cold San Ye, carrying a medicine box in one hand and carrying a shoulder on the other. Miss Qing Mang.

San Ye is ascetic and self-sufficient as ever, but Miss Qing Mang looks like she has been greatly intimidated, and leaps **** San Ye's shoulders.

Uh, in this situation, they seem to have made up 10,000 dramas in their brains.

The third master of their family, wouldn't it be that they wanted to be strong against Miss Qingmang...

Otherwise, how could Miss Qingmang resist it? She still looked like she was reluctant to obey. Looking at these two people, she was in a posture of forcing the young girl to do bad things...

How do they feel that it is hard to explain in a word?