You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

While Qing Mang was reciting the script, he thought about what happened when the old man came over just now, and he became a little lost in thought.

Thinking about it carefully, the old man's words seem to make some sense.

Lu Yanmu is nearly thirty years old. Although she is young, according to Lu Yanmu's age, it is normal to have a child.

It seems a bit too selfish to blindly act according to your own age.

Qingmang thought to himself, but he didn't want to do anything else.

When Lu Yanmu came back from the study, he saw Qingmang himself in a daze.

What's wrong? Lu Yanmu walked over and asked.

Huh? Qing Mang raised his head blankly, glanced at Lu Yanmu, put away his wandering thoughts, and then said calmly: It's nothing, I'm just thinking about the plot.

Lu Yanmu glanced at the notebook spread out on Qingmang's lap, Take a shower first? Huh?

You go first. Qingmang said first.

Lu Yanmu didn't say anything, he responded lightly, then went to the cloakroom to get a change of clothes and went into the bathroom.

Qing Mang listened to the sound of water dripping inside, looked in the direction of the bathroom, and sighed quietly.

In the past, they would pay attention to taking good measures every time. Maybe from now on, they don't need to pay attention to these deliberately.

Based on his previous life and his current age, it is normal to prepare for an upgrade.

After thinking about it, Qingmang stood up and walked to the balcony and breathed a long sigh of relief.

I raised my head and glanced at the night sky. The night sky was so beautiful and occasionally dotted with stars, it was quite fascinating.

Qingmang looked back at the direction of the bathroom, a smile appeared on his lips, and he quietly opened the bathroom door with a change of clothes.

When he heard the noise, Lu Yanmu looked back and was a little surprised when he saw Qingmang coming in.

What's wrong? Lu Yanmu asked.

On the contrary, Qing Mang looked calm and said, Wash together, don't waste water. When they spoke, they touched each other directly.

Regarding Qing Mang's somewhat unusual behavior, Lu Yanmu raised his eyebrows slightly, but said nothing and let Qing Mang go.

But as I was washing it, the smell changed a bit, and the warmth was scattered all over the floor.

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The night before leaving for a foreign country, Qing Mang stood in front of the cloakroom and looked at it for a long time, not knowing what clothes to bring.

Lu Yanmu came back from working in the study and saw a depressed look on his face, which made him feel a little funny.

What are you thinking about? Lu Yanmu whispered in Qingmang's ear in a low voice.

Qing Mang had a sullen expression on his face and secretly poked him, You don't even tell me where you are going. I don't even know what clothes to bring.

The weather in foreign countries cannot be the same as that in Hwaseong. It will always be colder or warmer.

You can bring less, or you can buy it directly abroad. Lu Yanmu answered simply.

But you bought enough clothes. Qing Mang didn't want to waste money. She would feel bad for wasting money like this.

Lu Yanmu: ...

Does this count as helping him save money?

Lu Yanmu took a look at the clothes in the cloakroom. Most of them were delivered by him. Qingmang seemed to have never added clothes to them.

He picked up a piece of clothing from inside, tried it on Qingmang's body, and asked symbolically: Then I'll help you choose, okay?

Qingmang looked at Lu Yanmu's side face and responded directly. good.

Lu Yanmu's taste is not bad, and he is happy and worry-free because he doesn't have to choose his own clothes.