You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

"Hurry me back?" Lu Yanmu narrowed his eyes and raised his eyebrows slightly.

"No, no." Qing Mang shook his head quickly and denied hearing the slightly threatening words.

She definitely didn't mean it. On the contrary, I feel that if Lu Yanmu accompanies her to finish filming in the crew, it seems to be a very good feeling.

It's a pity, it's a pity that the president of the family can't accompany her every day.

"How about staying with you?" Lu Yanmu tapped his index finger on the table and said casually.

"Not good!" Qing Mang refused without even thinking about it.

She had this idea, but she shouldn't be so selfish. If Lu Yanmu was with her, Father Lu would definitely have to come over with a pistol and collapse her.

Harming his grandson is something that cannot be tolerated.

Lu Yanmu looked at her coldly, but did not speak for a while. Qing Mang could even feel that his eyes had been locked tightly to her, giving her no chance to catch her breath.

Even so, she didn't mean to relax.

In this matter, there is no concession at all.

After a while, he said faintly: "Is the injury on the foot cracked again?"

"Hmm...no, I didn't run much in the morning, basically it was all right." Qing Mang lowered his head and answered silently.

Lu Yanmu looked at her as if she was doing something wrong, raised her chin with his hand, and locked her with the deep, cold eyes. After a while, he lowered his head and kissed the cherry lips.

When the soft thin lips were covering, Qing Mang actually missed him a little, missed his kiss, the smell of his lips, and everything he had.

This kiss was different from the past, it was extraordinarily gentle and tender, with a bit of domineering in its gentleness, a little bit of attacking the city, absorbing the fragrance that made him miss and miss for a long time.

At the end of the kiss, Qing Mang lost all his strength, leaning on the chair, his whole body was going to collapse.

Lu Yanmu took a big palm and moved her directly from the chair to his lap. Without giving her the slightest chance to breathe, he deepened the kiss.

When the kiss was over, Qingmang had softened into a pool of water, and he didn't have any strength, so he could only let him hold it, and occasionally kiss his ear, cheek and lips.

Qing Mang nestled in his arms, panting slightly, and even lost the strength to raise his hand to pinch him.

She was so overwhelmed by what Lu Yanmu gave to her relatives, she was in a mess, it was really okay, not a general shame.

Thinking of this level, Qing Mang felt that she must have time to improve her kissing skills in the future.

However, why is it also a blank piece of paper, Lu Yanmu can learn by himself without a teacher, and it is completely the posture of an old driver? !

She was obviously someone who had experienced it more than once, and she grew up under Lu Yanmu's various trainings. In the end, she lost to him.

Well, it fully shows that sometimes, things like technology have nothing to do with experience, but with the skills of men!

She was really thinking too simple before, when she met the man Lu Yanmu, there was no scum left to be eaten anyway.

"Lu Yanmu" Qingmang grabbed the corner of his sleeve. When he spoke, he felt a little bit weak, "How can you be so...well... so skillful?"

Qing Mang didn't understand this very much. If he didn't know that he had no women before, he would have doubted that he was a battlefield.