You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

When Qing Mang finished washing and descending the stairs, she had already set up a variety of breakfasts on the dinner plate for her to choose from.

Sweeping the first floor, there was no trace of Lu Yanmu.

He took a sip with a glass of milk in his hand, and asked casually, "Where is Sanye?"

The servant serving next to him lowered his head and responded, "Assistant Song came over just now, and the third master was talking to the sending assistant upstairs."

Qing Mang took a bite of the fried dough sticks and hummed.

Song Yuan came here so early in the morning, is there something important to ask Lu Yanmu? Should she take a look, or wait for Lu Yanmu to come to find herself.

Let's wait for Lu Yanmu obediently. He promised to do his homework last night, and he will definitely not break his promise today.

Thinking of his work, let him first take care of the work.

After drinking milk in twos and threes, Qing Mang went straight back to the bedroom and moved out of the textbook to continue reviewing.

She had to read the remaining subjects thoroughly before Lu Yanmu taught her mathematics.

She is determined to win the exam next week.

...

After Lu Yanmu had dealt with the things he was doing, he leaned back in his chair, glanced at the study that no one had ever disturbed before, a trace of loss flashed under his deep eyes.

After looking down at his watch, he got up and walked towards Qingmang's bedroom.

I pestered him to give tutoring last night, so there was no news.

When he opened Gu Qingmang's room to see the situation inside, his eyebrows were not slightly frivolous.

There were books, papers, and a lot of waste paper crumpled on the desk by the feet of Qingmang inside.

The hair was loosely draped on both sides of the shoulders, and a few traces of chaos were caught on the top of the head. When he came closer, he was staring at the spread math books and exercises with a grimace. This posture seemed to be a grudge against them. The corners of Lu Yanmu's lips raised slightly.

"Cough..." He cleared his cough twice and suppressed his smile.

Qing Mang heard the sound, turned his head to look at him, his face wrinkled together, and he stretched out his hands and shouted weakly, "Lu Yanmu..." with endless grievances.

Lu Yanmu stepped forward and took her body, gently followed her behind, "What's the matter?"

Qing Mang was no longer reserved, and threw himself into his arms, rubbing **** him, "If you can't come here anymore, I will dedicate myself bravely."

Mathematics, this grinning little fairy, will see how she cleans up later.

Lu Yanmu glanced at the lying exercises, and said coldly, "Where not?"

Qing Mang took two breaths hard, and after the fragrance was full of him, he felt more comfortable. He raised his head to look at him, blinked his eyes, and said pitifully: "Nowhere."

Lu Yanmu: "..."

He seemed to think it was a wrong choice to come over.

Lu Yanmu's sleeves were pulled up to his elbows, revealing a small arm, his slender fingers held the pen, and he explained to her while writing and drawing on the paper.

Qing Mang propped his cheeks in front of the desk with his hands and looked at him with a look of admiration. There were stars in his eyes, only the word **** was written on his face.

Hmm... I have to say that some people are born with the pride of heaven. Anything they do is eye-catching.

Lu Yanmu put down the pen in his hand and turned his head to ask her, "Do you understand what I just said?"

Qing Mang subconsciously wanted to say something that he didn't understand, but after receiving the cold eyes from a certain man, he obediently took the pen in his hand and said, "I understand."

If Lu Yanmu taught her personally and couldn't understand it, it is estimated that no one can teach her.