You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

Qing Mang drank it all, and then handed it back to him.

Lu Yanmu looked at the water cup, and said coldly, "Want to drink it?"

Qing Mang shook his head abruptly, "Don't drink it anymore, I will burst my stomach if I drink it again."

She wasn't thirsty either, but she didn't want Lu Yanmu to run for nothing, so as not to ruin his mind.

Lu Yanmu glanced at her lightly, put the cup aside, put his hands around his chest, and asked with a cold face, "Did you forget to do something?"

"Huh?" Qing Mang was asked with a hooded face, completely unaware of what happened. "Huh? What did you forget?"

Lu Yanmu looked at Qingmang's extremely serious eyes, sighed helplessly, and silently took out a bottle of ointment from the side, and said lightly: "Turn over and lie down."

Qing Mang was stunned, he didn't even understand what he meant, what he wanted to do.

"What do you want to do?" I asked not sure, wanting to know how there is a...well...not so wonderful feeling?

Lu Yanmu glared at her coldly, and said coldly, "Are you going to turn over by yourself, or do you want me to do it?"

Qing Mang watched him swallow, grabbed the quilt tightly with her little hand, looked at him with pitiful eyes, and said aggrieved: "I'm still hurting, don't mess around."

Lu Yanmu: "..."

What is she thinking about all the time?

What can he do to her? Is there any misunderstanding?

Lu Yanmu stretched out his hand and pressed his eyebrows, and said helplessly: "What did you just say? I said that I had a back injury, and I forgot it in a blink of an eye? Or is it already healed and can I not use medicine?"

"Um..." Qing Mang became a little embarrassed instantly.

She seems to be really thinking too much?

Silently turned over, then turned his back to him, "Come on, you are welcome."

Lu Yanmu: "..."

Why do you feel like doing bad things?

When he glanced at Qing Mang's serious expression, he couldn't help but sighed slightly. It must be because he was thinking too much, but Qing Mang had no other meaning at all.

The warm palms were smeared with cool ointment, a little fainted on the skin, and it was very comfortable under the friction.

When the big palm came to the waist, it caused Qingmang to shudder.

Lu Yanmu frowned slightly, and said coldly, "Don't move!"

Qing Mang suffocated hard, and said dullly: "It's not that I want to move, it's really itchy, I'm afraid of itching, you don't know."

Lu Yanmu glanced at Qingmang, not knowing what to say.

Under such circumstances, he has tried his best to restrain his thoughts and behaviors so as to avoid some unruly behaviors.

Facing Qing Mang's body, he was not as strong as the self-control he imagined, and he would react.

If there is no response to the person he likes, then he must have something wrong.

"Let's bear it first." Lu Yanmu was helpless, and there was nothing else to say except for this sentence.

He can't leave it alone and let someone give her medicine.

To be honest, even if a woman gives her medicine, he will always feel a little unhappy in his heart.

Of course, these words would definitely not be said to Qingmang.

Because as a man, he has his own dignity.

Qing Mang's head was stuffed on the pillow, and the voice came out through the pillow, dull, "I'm trying my best not to move."

Well, even if it moves, there is no way to restrain it.