You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

Faced with such a change, Qing Mang felt helpless. This was the disparity in power between men and women.

She couldn't manage to pounce on Lu Yanmu, otherwise she would just pounce on him just now.

"As long as you give it, I like it." Lu Yanmu glanced at the gift box and said softly.

Qing Mang smiled, it was almost the same, Lu Yanmu had a strong desire to survive. , A clear cough, "Don't open it for a look?"

Lu Yanmu paused, and opened the gift box with his distinct fingers. When he saw the tie, his eyes jumped.

"Did you choose?" Turning his head to look at Qingmang, he asked.

Qing Mang picked up the tie and put it on his neck for a test, a little arrogant, "Otherwise, who else would choose it? Only I can choose the one that suits you."

I have to say that Lu Yanmu's temperament is too good, I am afraid that even the things he bought from the stalls can reflect the sense of high-level in him.

This feeling made her very proud, after all, this man belongs to her.

"Do you like it?" Qing Mang felt that it suits Lu Yanmu, but he didn't know whether he liked it or not, so he asked symbolically.

Even if he doesn't like it, I'm afraid he will be forced to use it. This is the pocket money she saved in a year.

"Yeah." Lu Yanmu said lightly as he looked at the light in her eyes.

Qing Mang squinted, leaned close to his chin, and said softly, "Do you like me more or do you like it more."

Lu Yanmu glanced at her, but didn't say anything.

Qing Mang was a little bit unwilling to hear his answer, so he leaned forward and pressed his face very close, "Like me a little more...well..."

Lu Yanmu held Qingmang's chin and covered her thin lips. What she hadn't finished speaking, all turned into whimpers in her throat.

Qingmang's eyes widened and couldn't adjust to the sudden kiss for a while, and his little hand grabbed his sleeves, watching this face slowly closing his eyes, and enduring the tenderness of this moment.

The night breeze flicked the curtains, and the air was full of love.

Lu Yanmu tossed and polished Qingmang’s cherry lips, venting a little bit with gentleness, and absorbing her fragrance little by little, as if he were treating a rare treasure.

After the end, I let go of her, and her dark and obsidian eyes were stained with a bit of lust, no longer the clearness of the past.

"Do you know the answer?" Lu Yanmu's voice became a little dull, and he made a deep voice.

Qingmang pursed her lips, the **** of her lips were tingling, and there was some redness and swelling.

In fact, she doesn't need to say that Lu Yanmu, she knows very well, whether it is in the past or this life, she knows that Lu Yanmu is the only one in her heart from beginning to end.

She wanted to ask the last sentence from time to time, just to confirm that all of this was real, and wanted to be greedy for his exclusive tenderness.

How many times have she seen Lu Yanmu let go of her hand in the half-dream and half-awake period, and watched the people around her leave one by one, and finally died in prison.

She even felt guilty of the child at the time. If she hadn't insisted on taking that path, she wouldn't be able to keep her and Lu Yanmu's child.

If it wasn't for death at the beginning, perhaps in the previous life, she could be a couple with Lu Yanmu for life.

Qingmang wrapped his hands around his waist, leaned his head on his chest, and his ears were close to his heart, closing his eyes to listen to the heartbeat at this moment.

Take a deep breath and speak slowly, "Lu Yanmu, I know, I knew it from the beginning."

You love me more than all together in the world.