You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

Qing Mang looked at the bathroom with a faintly resentful expression, and sighed quietly when he heard the sound of pattering water in it.

Still don’t hook up, isn’t it okay to live well? All day long thinking about what to do with these messy things, a pile of yellow garbage.

I opened the quilt, and tried to pull up the zipper of the skirt. I always felt uncomfortable with my back naked.

Listening to the sound of water in the bathroom, Qing Mang didn't come out so quickly no matter how Lu Yanmu thought.

In order to prevent Lu Yanmu from coming out to see this, um... the slightly fragrant scene, Qing Mang turned around, turned his back to the bathroom, wrapped his hands behind his back, and tried to pull the zipper.

The long, black and smooth hair is scattered on the shoulders, and the skin against the backdrop becomes more and more white and smooth. The long hair covers most of the back, and it smells like holding a pipa half-hidden. It appears between half-hidden and half-hidden. Extraordinarily attractive.

As soon as Lu Yanmu came out of the bathroom, he looked up and saw such a beautiful and alluring scene. Qingmang turned his back to him, and a large piece of white skin was exposed behind him. His pupils shrank sharply, and his eyes narrowed slightly. Shining a strange light.

Qingmang's long hair swayed with her movements, revealing more skin from time to time, and she moved her fingers inadvertently, as if the touch was still left between her fingers, smooth and delicate.

The mind that had finally calmed down again showed signs of writhing outwards, and even the slightly calming breathing began to be a bit turbulent.

This Qing Mang always stirred his mind without knowing it.

Lu Yanmu sighed lightly, closed his eyes abruptly, and tried his best to calm his mind disturbed by the green light.

Qing Mang didn't know what Lu Yanmu was thinking, he squeezed the zipper hard, and helplessly stumbled on his long hair, he twisted it directly into the zipper, pulled it up, and made a "hiss" sound.

"Ah." When the scalp was pulled like this, he yelled softly, and the pain was a little bit terrible.

Lu Yanmu just turned a step and stopped because of Qingmang's shout. He looked at Qingmang, but saw that she looked like a decadent face, and he suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.

Qingmang pulled it a few times, except for the tighter and tighter, it didn't seem to be of any use. In the end, it looked like it was defeated by the hair.

Looking outside with a cold face and expressionlessly, he was very angry. Feeling a ray of light falling on his back, he grabbed a pillow and hugged him in his arms, then turned his head to meet Lu Yanmu's deep, light-filled eyes.

With an aggrieved face, he said softly and softly, "Lu Yanmu, my hair is stuck..."

When I spoke, I was very aggrieved, pursing a small mouth and looking pitiful in his eyes, completely as if he would cry if he refused me, I felt pity.

Lu Yanmu sighed lightly, knowing he couldn't hide.

When Qingmang made such an expression, he couldn't refuse, what could he do?

After taking a sigh of relief, after calming his mind, he raised his foot and walked towards her, looking calm and completely cold.

Qing Mang fixed his eyes on Lu Yanmu until he was sitting on the edge of the bed, his big palm covered the little hand she was holding, and took her long hair.

Qing Mang immediately turned around, hugged a pillow, and suddenly felt relaxed.

Lu Yanmu held that strand of long hair and looked at it carefully, looking at the tangled mess, and sighed helplessly.

When will he do these things by himself?