You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

Well, I just want to hug you. Lu Yanmu buried his face in Qingmang's neck, his voice a little deep.

In Qingmang's body, he tasted the feeling of worrying about gains and losses.

This sentence pleased Qingmang to a great extent, Well... then let me give you a hug.

Lu Yanmu just held Qingmang without moving, greedily inhaling the breath that belonged to her.

The girl's quiet body fragrance was like a life-threatening charm, making him reluctant to let go.

Just imagine being like this, holding her for the rest of your life and never letting go, preferably in bed!

After hugging her, Lu Yanmu's lips began to fall on Qing Mang's neck, biting her neck gently as if he was a little dissatisfied.

Um...what are you doing... Qing Mang was made a little uncomfortable by him.

This was in the kitchen, and she didn't want anything heavy in the kitchen.

Qingmang turned around and covered his lips, Wash your hands first, and then eat.

Let’s talk about the rest after dinner.

Lu Yanmu obeyed Qing Mang's words and stopped kissing her. He just held her waist.

He glanced around at the dishes that had been prepared with a smile on his lips.

When did you learn to cook so many dishes? Lu Yanmu whispered in her ear in a low voice.

Qingmang was stunned for a moment by these words, and then said calmly: I just learned to do it when I was bored, probably because I am talented and smart, and then I learned it.

When Qing Mang lied, he didn't forget to praise himself.

Well... there's no way, she's just so great, there's nothing I can do about it.

How lonely it is to be invincible, so lonely that she can't find an opponent. There is no loneliness like failure at all.

Of course, she would not say these words to Lu Yanmu.

After all, Lu Yanmu was much more powerful than her, but he just gave in to her all the time.

Thinking of this, Qingmang suddenly had a new idea.

Can Lu Yanmu cook?

It seemed that I had never seen him cooking before, so I was a little curious.

No. Lu Yanmu replied quickly.

Qing Mang sounded like something was wrong.

Answering so quickly was a bit unlike Lu Yanmu's style.

real?

Really! Lu Yanmu vowed.

He will never admit that he can cook.

How about you give it a try next time? Qing Mang suddenly had some bad thoughts.

It is said that men who can cook are very handsome. They can work in the hall and in the kitchen. They are so handsome that they are so handsome. What do you think? Qingmang looked at Lu Yanmu with a smile from the corner of his eyes, with a bit of bewilderment in his eyes. .

Hmm...well, she just wanted to see what Lu Yanmu looked like when he was cooking. He must be incredibly handsome!

What should I do? Just thinking about it makes me feel awesome.

Lu Yanmu looked at Qing Mang's expectant look, and if he wanted to refuse, he was instantly choked in his throat.

Want to see it? Lu Yanmu asked in a hoarse voice.

Well, I really want to see it. I can't wait to see it and let him cook immediately.

Lu Yanmu glanced at the remaining dish, took the apron off Qing Mang's body, and then hung it around his neck under Qing Mang's confused eyes.

Tie it for me. Lu Yanmu pulled Qingmang behind him and asked her to tie the apron.

Qingmang was stunned for a moment. Was Lu Yanmu planning to do it himself?