You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

Qing Mang stretched out his hand and gently touched Lu Yanmu's chin, with a crying voice: "Do you hurt or not?"

If she hadn't deliberately rushed into his arms, it wouldn't be the case.

Lu Yanmu held her hand, covered her head with a big palm and pressed it lightly, and said coldly, "It's okay, do you want to go to the hospital?"

Qing Mang whirled a pair of eyes, shook his head, "It's okay, just bumped it up, at most I would have a bag." He looked up, then moved his chin gently, "How do you feel that your chin is more serious." How about some?"

Obviously he was more painful, but when she saw her hit her head, he would still care about her first, um...Who said he was cold, he was obviously very gentle.

Well, Miss Gu didn't know, Lu Yanmu was obviously only warm to her, only gentle to her, and the rest of the women took a step closer, all killing her without mercy.

"It doesn't matter." Lu Yanmu shook her hand, replied indifferently, grabbed her waist and lifted it aside, hugging her arms.

It was originally around her waist, and after a while, a large palm was freed to gently cover the place where she was hit, and she gently rubbed her head, as if a father was comforting his daughter.

Qing Mang was nestled in his arms, feeling a little sweet in his heart.

I looked up and blinked, my eyelashes were stained with a few drops of tears, and the eye sockets were reddish, making me feel pity.

Seeing her like this, Lu Yanmu felt a little bit of distress in his heart, and lightly patted her behind to show her comfort.

Hmm... how to be sweet. Did she find the treasure?

Qing Mang is playing with his sleeves in his hands, so are they reconciled? Knocking his head to coax Lu Yanmu back?

Sure enough, this man was so coaxing and a little bit not so coaxing.

"Lu Yanmu, are you not angry anymore?" Qingmang nestled in his arms, and his voice was soft and playful.

Lu Yanmu paused, silent, his face was cold, he couldn't see the happiness or anger.

Qing Mang shook his arm and said coquettishly: "In order to calm you down, I bumped my head into pain, and I felt a little sad if you didn't say a word."

Lu Yanmu looked down at her, pouting a small mouth, looking very cute.

Before he could answer, Qing Mang was talking again, "Lu Yanmu, why are you so cold? You know, a young girl like me can't stand other people's cold the most. If someone else warms me up, maybe I can Don't want you, go with someone else."

Qing Mang played with his fingers, his face was calm and calm, he didn't care at all, and said slightly threateningly.

Lu Yanmu let out a cold snort, his hands heavier, and coldly said, "Dare you, see if I don't break your legs!"

Qing Mang opened his mouth slightly and looked at him in an unbelievable way. Did this really come from Lu Yanmu's mouth?

What to do, she really likes it, whether it is gentle or domineering, as long as it is Lu Yanmu, she likes it.

Qing Mang stretched out his arm around his neck, sipped at his face, grinning: "Well, for my legs, even if I have a nice and handsome little brother, I don’t want it. I will rely on you. By your side, why don't you leave."

Lu Yanmu snorted coldly, and looked quite arrogant, somewhat reluctant to pay attention to her.

Qing Mang pursed his mouth and smirked, put his arms around his neck, and pressed his face against his neck, very relieved.

Hey, this arrogant man, the more he looks, the more he likes it.