You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

Lu Yanmu squeezed the air out of her lungs little by little, wanting to take more of her until he was completely fit.

Qingmang didn't resist and let him kiss her. It wasn't until his consciousness gradually faded away that Lu Yanmu let her go.

The rough fingertips gently rubbed the cherry lips that he had rubbed until they were red and swollen, and said hoarsely: Qingmang, never let yourself get hurt, otherwise I will not be able to control myself...

Control the urge to use blood to calm the restless body.

He knew how dark his heart was, because the beauty of Qingmang made him want to touch beautiful things.

Well... I promise you that I will protect myself well and not let myself get hurt or get involved in some bad things. But you also have to promise yourself that you won't get dirty for such a person in the future. Are your hands good?

Qing Mang held his thin waist and spoke softly and softly, as if coaxing a child.

But Lu Yanmu just fell in love with her, and it was very helpful to coax him like this.

Yes, I promise you. Lu Yanmu's voice was light, sounding like he had recovered a little.

Qingmang nodded and responded, then took his hand and looked at it carefully, Does it hurt?

Looking at the scratches caused by the ashtray fragments, I felt so distressed.

Lu Yanmu retracted his hand and said calmly: It's okay.

To him, this small cut couldn't be called an injury at all, it didn't hurt at all.

But Qing Mang felt distressed, You sit down first and I'll clean it up for you.

Qingmang pulled Lu Yanmu to sit on the sofa and looked around the room, but didn't see anything like a medical kit.

Is there a medicine box? Qingmang turned around and asked Lu Yanmu.

No. Lu Yanmu replied simply.

Have someone bring it over. Qingmang took his hand and looked at it.

It seems that some small pieces have gotten in and need to be picked out. If they are left in, what if I feel uncomfortable in the future?

No, it's okay...

Are you going to take it or not?! Qing Mang glared at him, looking a little fierce.

How dare you disobey her? If you are dishonest, you need to clean it up.

You should be honest after cleaning up, you can't be indulgent like this all the time.

Lu Yanmu was a little helpless, watching Qing Mang finally give in, took out his cell phone from his trouser pocket, and then made a call.

After a few simple explanations, he hung up the phone and said helplessly: Send it over later.

Okay. Qingmang felt a little more relieved.

Looking at his face, I suddenly wanted to reach out and touch him.

When they were together, Qing Mang rarely touched his face, and most of the time he would touch his own face.

After Qingmang touched it, he felt that it was very smooth. Although it was a man's skin, it was actually a bit tender and smooth...

When Qingmang touched it, Lu Yanmu was just stunned for a moment and then calmly let her touch it.

Qingmang is probably the only woman who can touch his face without feeling disgusted.

On the contrary, when Qing Mang's little hand covered his face, he felt very comfortable.

Qingmang had a smile on his face, oh my, my face was so smooth, I felt so comfortable.

Just when Qing Mang was feeling more and more enthusiastic, the door was suddenly knocked twice, and a voice outside the door weakly shouted: Third Master...

When Qingmang heard the voice, he knew it was the medical kit that Lu Yanmu had sent over. He walked over to open the door, took it, thanked her, and then closed the door.