You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

At this moment, he couldn't blame himself for not being able to be by her side.

Qing Mang felt like crying for a moment after hearing Lu Yanmu's words. What should I do? His voice was too gentle, and there was some emotion that could not be restrained.

After taking the phone away, he sucked his nose vigorously, put away the urge to cry, and desperately suppressed his emotions so as not to cry.

"Well, it's actually okay. Don't worry, I'm not injured either. I just scratched my skin." Looking at the bleeding wound, Qing Mang decided to conceal Lu Yanmu.

In fact, she didn't want Lu Yanmu to worry too much.

If Lu Yanmu is allowed to know what is in her heart, there is no guarantee that Lu Yanmu will come over overnight. He has done such things in his previous life.

If in the past, she could still play coquettishly in his arms and let her own temperament, but now, Lu Yanmu loves her, naturally, she will love Lu Yanmu too, and she doesn't want him to work so hard.

"Now, take a picture and show me." Lu Yanmu said in a calm voice, clearly not believing what Qing Mang said.

"Um... don't..." Qing Mang refused.

If you take pictures and show Lu Yanmu, he must have exploded.

"Qing Mang..." Lu Yanmu's words were full of helplessness.

Do you know how worried he is?

"I know you are worried, but I'm really okay. If something happens, I will definitely scream at you." Qing Mang spoke with certainty, and then added: "You have to believe, I'm just a little hurt. Minor illnesses, people who have to cry to you."

When Qing Mang spoke, he spoke with an extremely relaxed tone.

Lu Yanmu was extremely helpless. He knew Qing Mang's character. If he didn't want to tell him something, he wouldn't talk to him if he was killed.

"Take care of the wound, don't get infected, if you can't handle it, just call Ji Jinchen directly." Lu Yanmu said.

"I know, how could this little injury stump me?" Qing Mang replied playfully.

"Okay, okay, it's already late, you hurry up and take a rest, don't stay up late! I have to go to bed after the shower, and I have to be busy tomorrow. Love you, good night.

After speaking, Qing Mang hung up without giving Lu Yanmu a chance to answer.

If she goes on, she must cry.

After inhaling his nose, Qingmang limped on his legs, rummaged through the box and looked for it, but found that he didn't bring any ointment.

Sure enough, she is too confident in herself, believing that she will not have any problems?

Taking a look at the time, it was almost twelve o'clock, at this point, the drugstore was closed, and now, she did not dare to go out at will.

Looking at the wound that had slightly stopped the bleeding, Qingmang took two paper towels, and after dipping it in some water, he wiped it off.

When it was halfway through, the doorbell rang suddenly.

Qingmang frowned slightly, wondering who would find it.

Walking to the door lamely, he asked in a low voice, "Who?"

"It's me, Ji Jinchen."

Qing Mang was a little surprised, and then opened the door and let him in.

Ji Jinchen handed her a white plastic bag as soon as she walked in.

Qing Mang was taken aback and took a look, and found that there was some ointment inside.

"Why would you send these here?" Qing Mang was a little confused.

Could it be that Lu Yanmu called Ji Jinchen and asked him to come and help deal with the wound?

Is it so sweet? I couldn't help being a little sweet in my heart.