You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

This was so depressing that Qing Mang had an unusual reaction today.

Well, I haven't spent much time with you since I've been here. Tomorrow will be your time. Lu Yanmu lowered his body to Qingmang's ear and said lightly.

Qingmang hummed, but didn't have much reaction.

She didn't have to worry about the wedding at all. She knew that Lu Yanmu could arrange it well and she didn't have to worry about it at all.

Don't you want to know where to go? Lu Yanmu looked at Qing Mang's lack of energy and wanted to tease her.

Well... I can trust you. Knowing that our Third Master Lu personally arranged the arrangements, how can I be worse? Qing Mang finally had a smile on his face.

It would be a bit shameless to have a face.

Lu Yanmu's thoughts can be guessed quite easily.

Lu Yanmu blew Qingmang's hair, then hugged her waist and sat on his lap.

Are you blaming me for not accompanying you these days? Lu Yanmu's voice was low and sexy.

Qingmang looked at the person in the mirror. The bathrobe was loose and the hair was a little messy. However, he was born with a good skin and looked good under the warm orange light.

Qingmang pursed her lips and pinched his face, then buried her face in his chest, wrapped her hands around his waist, and said in a muffled voice: Well... no, I'm just a little moody.

She knew she couldn't express this emotion on others, but sometimes she just couldn't help it.

If she could hold it back, she would probably be an extremely perfect person.

She is already trying her best to restrain her petty willfulness, knowing that she cannot be too willful or breed bad emotions.

This is what the legend says. I know it, but I just don’t want to hear it.

Fortunately, he also met Lu Yanmu. If it were anyone else, he would definitely not be so tolerant of himself.

Well, you can tell me if you're unhappy. If you can't help it, you can scold me and hit me, but don't keep it in your heart, okay? I'll feel bad if it hurts your body. Lu Yanmu hugged Qingmang and didn't move her. He just let her go. She hugged.

He is not afraid that Qing Mang will have emotions, but he is afraid that Qing Mang will hold back all the emotions in his heart, and when they accumulate and explode, it will not be a good result.

Qing Mang's head was buried in his arms, and then he said muffledly: I know.

She knew that Lu Yanmu was really too indulgent towards her.

If it were someone else, how could he be so pampered, he would probably say that a beating would be enough.

Lu Yanmu played with her hair in his hands, and then asked, Would you like to go for a walk?

No, it's so late, let's go to bed. Qingmang refused.

I don't want to leave, I'm too lazy to move. I've been too lazy recently, so lazy that I just want to stay in the house. Anywhere is far away.

Lu Yanmu, on the other hand, had a doting look on his face, as if whatever he said was right and he would support him no matter what choice he made. He simply wanted to pamper Qingmang to the point of being lawless.

Are you ready to go to bed? Lu Yanmu asked softly.

Well, I want a hug. Qing Mang's voice was lazy as his whole body latched onto Lu Yanmu's body like an octopus.

She was so lazy that she wanted to be held even within a few steps.

However, Lu Yanmu was also a wife slave, and he had no regrets even if he had to carry her up and down the stairs.

As soon as Qing Mang finished speaking, he rose into the air and was carried to the bed by Lu Yanmu.