You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

After returning to Suyuan, Qingmangla Lu Yanmu sat on the sofa, took out the medicine box, disinfected his red and swollen area and applied ointment by the way.

While painting, he said bitterly: "Next time you encounter such a situation, just wipe it again. Don't always wipe it back and forth. You really think your hands are made of plastic or stainless steel, so delicate skin and tender meat. Yes, how can you bear your tossing?"

Although he is a big man, he has to admit that the guarantee of his hands is better than ordinary women, and there is no trace of time at all. In this way, it seems that he is really jealous.

Can't help but have a good skin, but it also contains all the beautiful existence in the world. Fortunately, she is a woman. Fortunately, the person he likes is her, otherwise he would feel jealous even thinking about it.

People like him were born to make everyone jealous.

"Well, I will remember next time." Lu Yanmu looked at Qingmang's face and said in a low voice, his eyes covered with tenderness.

At this time, Qing Mang was lowering his head, all focused on the red marks on the back of his hand, missing the gentleness of Lu Yanmu at this moment.

Lu Yanmu looked down at her, her long hair pinned behind, and the other side was scattered on the back of his hand. His eyelashes were long and fluttered into his heart. He didn't look like a handsome person, but at this time he seemed to have crossed. The soft light of the first layer is particularly pure and moving, and people can't help but want to hold them in their arms.

Lu Yanmu stretched out his hand, and before touching Qing Mang's shoulder, Qing Mang had already raised his head. When he got up too hard, her head directly hit Lu Yanmu's chin, and she grinned in pain in an instant.

Regardless of packing his hands, he covered the painful area with one hand. Because of the physical pain, the tears now rolled in his eyes, and finally flowed down his cheeks.

Lu Yanmu frowned in pain, but didn't say anything. When he saw Qingmang's tears, he took the lead in holding her head, covering it and rubbing it lightly, and said quickly: "It hurts?"

"Is your chin filled with cement?" Qing Mang muttered while rubbing his head. Why did it hurt so much? Obviously her head is a little harder.

But her head is her head, and Lu Yanmu's chin is, it seems that her chin is more prone to injury, and it will dislocate if she is not careful.

After reacting, he couldn't take care of his pain, touched his chin, and said in distress, "How is it, is the chin okay? There should be no dislocation, right?"

What to do in case of a dislocation, she will definitely be sad.

Moreover, if Lu Yanmu is such a handsome man, if his appearance is affected by a chin hit, what should he do in the future.

Lu Yanmu held her hand and shook his head, "It's okay, don't worry, does my head hurt?"

When I said this, I was full of pity, and even a trace of self-blame when I listened carefully, complaining of my carelessness and hurt her.

Qing Mang held back the tears he wanted to flow down, and shook his head, "It's not very painful, my head is a bit harder."

If she used to be coquettish in front of him for a long time, she wanted to kiss, hug, and lift up, but she didn't want him to fall into self-blame, and she could only endure the pain.

Maybe I really like a person, but I can't bear to worry about him, put all his emotions on him, and also want to share and take care of his emotions, and want both of them to be well.