You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

"It's our fault, please punish Sanye."

Song Yuan and Ye Xiao spoke in unison, their heads hung down, their bodies slightly bent, behaving as if they knew they were wrong.

They are not afraid of punishment, they are afraid of the punishment from the third master secretly, so that the punishment from the outside can be far more terrifying.

Lu Yanmu tapped his index finger on the tabletop, made a beep, glanced at them sideways, and said lightly: "It is too far-fetched to say that it is your fault."

He was angry about this matter, but the more fault was on himself.

At that time, she shouldn't have promised Qing Mang to let her take a ride back by herself, otherwise, it wouldn't happen.

"No, no... it's our fault. It's our fault for not protecting Miss Qingmang." Lu Yanmu's words made Song Yuan and Ye Xiao panic.

When did San Ye say this?

Is this to scare their rhythm to death?

They said that the heart couldn't stand it.

Lu Yanmu glanced at them faintly, seeing them panicked with fright, pressed his eyebrows, and said coldly, "I'm like a tyrant?"

"Yes!" When they heard Lu Yanmu's questioning, they subconsciously agreed. When they were relieved, when Lu Yanmu asked, he even panicked and denied: "No, it's not!!!"

"San Ye is not like a tyrant at all!!!"

"Ah yuck, how is it like a tyrant!!!"

"San Ye is a wise martial artist, and his style is all Mingjun's actions!!!"

"..."

The full desire to survive makes them change their previous statement, but why is there a feeling that, anyway, it is wrong?

Seems to be taken in a pit?

Seeing them like this, Lu Yanmu's face instantly turned black.

The more they explained, the more it appeared that he was dictatorial.

"Okay, let's go down first." Lu Yanmu interrupted them and threw a word coldly.

Song Yuan and Ye Xiao looked at each other, and realized that the more they explained, the more wrong they were, so he shut up.

San Ye must be in a bad mood now, they still don't speak, lest they make a lot of mistakes.

Ah, life, why is it so difficult?

After they left, Lu Yanmu sat on the chair, stretched out his hand and pressed his eyebrows, his expression irritable.

One hand pressed the position of the stomach, there seemed to be a layer of pain in the eyebrows, and the handsome face hidden in the light was slightly pale.

After a while, he opened the bottom drawer on the left hand side and took out a bottle of medicine from it.

I opened my hand with a tremor, then poured a few pills out, slowly put it into my mouth, and swallowed dryly.

Clenching the medicine bottle in his hand, the blue veins on his hand are slightly prominent, his head is pressed on his arm, and some creeping on the table, his expression is a little bit painful.

He just lay on the table motionlessly, and after nearly ten minutes of slowing down, he slowly came over, his face was pale, and there was still an expression left by pain on his face.

After taking a gentle breath, it was considered that the whole person slowed down.

His stomach disease seems to be more serious than before.

Tonight because of Qingmang's affairs, I didn't eat a little bit of food, and had a stomach problem again.

In the past, I would get sick when I was too hungry, but at noon, I obviously had a meal, but at night I started to feel pain.

This situation is not a good sign.

He still has too many things to do, and his body can't just collapse like that.