You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

When he woke up the next day, Qingmang's hands were so sore that it could hardly be used. Because the two people posted a bit close together, and they got a needle on the back of their hand, I fell asleep at this time, and the needle has been pressed a little black.

Her skin was originally fair, and it looked as though she had been severely pinched, a bit shocking.

Looking at Lu Yanmu who was sleeping well, Qing Mang moved gently to get up, but Lu Yanmu woke up as soon as she moved.

Lu Yanmu opened his eyes, there was a trace of awakened discomfort on his face, and his eyes turned to Qingming, and his expression instantly recovered after seeing the green light.

Sit up, touched her forehead, looked at the hanging needle, and asked softly, "How is it? Does it hurt?"

Qing Mang quietly put her hand behind her back and shook her head, "It's okay, it doesn't hurt anymore." Well, it's just a pain in her hand. It's a question of how she can hide from Lu Yanmu.

"Well, take a good rest for a while." Lu Yanmu found a more comfortable place for her to settle down before getting up and getting out of bed.

Qing Mang had slept enough not to sleep anymore, but seeing him rarely show such a gentle side, so he accepted it without embarrassing him.

Lu Yanmu stood in front of the bed and stretched out his hand to tuck the quilt for her. There was a trace of tenderness on the face of Wannian Bingshan.

When he turned to leave, Qingmang stretched out his hand to hold his big palm and said softly, "Lu Yanmu, I want to eat the crystal shrimp dumplings in Chengdong."

Well, she just wanted to be affectionate, she wanted to be more coquettish to Lu Yanmu.

"Good." Lu Yanmu agreed.

"I want a variety of flavors."

"Great."

"I want more soup."

"Great."

"Um... I want you too."

"..."

Lu Yanmu's obsidian-like black eyes flickered twice, their eyes were different from the usual coldness, and the look in her eyes became slightly warm.

Qing Mang was a little guilty by this look, and silently raised the quilt to cover her small face, revealing only a small head.

Oops, is she poking her head too far?

Lu Yanmu suddenly squeezed Qingmang's little hand back, half-prone on her body, and then slowly bent down and approached her a little bit.

Qing Mang watched that tall body gradually enveloped her, a trace of ambiguity in the cold breath.

Opening his eyes wide and looking at the infinitely magnified handsome face, Qingmang's little heart was beating a bit hard. Such an attitude is a bit difficult for her to accept.

Still used to Lu Yanmu's simplicity and rudeness, he kissed him directly.

Hmm... I had known that she wouldn't tease people like that.

Sure enough, they say that men can't tease, this is true! But Lu Yanmu shouldn't move her when she is unwell.

What to do, getting closer and closer! At the end, Qing Mang closed his eyes directly, ah, he won't be nervous if he doesn't see it.

Lu Yanmu stopped at a distance from Qingmang's face, looked at the girl's closed eyes and slightly pursed lips, a smile was drawn at the corners of her lips, and a kiss was gently dropped on her forehead.

Even if she took the initiative to tease, he still couldn't bear to move her now.

In the future, she will be twenty years old in a few months. If she takes the initiative to tease in the future, it won't be the current situation.

Thinking of this, Lu Yanmu felt a little comfort in his heart.

Staring at that little face, he said coldly: "If you take the initiative next time, it won't be the result."