You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

Fortunately, she still had Lu Yanmu by her side.

The nurse took Qingmang to a place where blood was drawn. Based on the principle of caution, she first took a little blood from Qingmang's finger for testing.

Qing Mang sat on the chair, feeling a little uneasy.

Seeing that Qing Mang's finger was still bleeding, Lu Yanmu took a cotton swab from the side and pressed it with a look of helplessness.

He wanted to say something but couldn't find the position to speak. He sat next to her and stroked her back every now and then.

Lu Yanmu, am I particularly annoying? Qingmang raised his eyes to look at Lu Yanmu and asked in a low voice.

Lu Yanmu felt as if he had been pricked by a needle, and felt distressed for a while. He took Qingmang into his arms and said, No, you are fine. You have done a good job.

If he could, he would even ask Qingmang to bear all this.

Qing Mang nestled in Lu Yanmu's arms, desperately inhaling the scent of his body, until all the breath he exhaled was his, and then he felt better.

Excuse me, we can draw blood now. The nurse called to the two of them.

Lu Yanmu responded and replied lightly: Okay. He pulled Qingmang to the place where blood was drawn.

The nurse quickly tied the tourniquet on Qingmang, found the right blood vessel and inserted it.

Lu Yanmu turned his face away and didn't look, feeling extremely distressed.

The last time Qingmang was injured and bled so much, he vowed not to let Qingmang get hurt or bleed again, but he didn't expect that he would actually see Qingmang drawing blood with his own eyes.

He couldn't bear it, and when he saw Qingmang's blood, he felt a violent element at work.

He couldn't help but want to hit someone, a bloodthirsty impulse surged through his body, and there was a coldness all over his body.

Just when Lu Yanmu felt extremely irritable, his big palm was gently pinched by Qing Mang.

What he met with his lowered eyes was Qingmang's face that looked a little pale due to blood loss.

Qingmang smiled at Lu Yanmu, squeezed his big palm and said, I'm fine.

The chill and violent factor in Lu Yanmu's body instantly stopped due to Qing Mang's words. He just looked at her slightly pale face and felt extremely distressed.

Is it uncomfortable? Lu Yanmu asked distressedly.

Um...it's okay. Qingmang shook his head, feeling a little dizzy due to blood loss.

Originally, the donation was only supposed to be 400 ml, but because Qingmang was worried about not having enough blood, the donation should be increased to 600 ml.

A human body will go into shock if the blood loss exceeds 800, and a blood volume of 600 ml is also uncomfortable.

When Lu Yanmu noticed it, he already felt something was wrong. When he looked back at the blood bag, his expression changed a lot in an instant.

That's enough, I won't donate anymore. Lu Yanmu communicated with the nurse in French and asked the patient to remove the transfusion tube.

Because of the seriousness in Lu Yanmu's voice and eyes, the nurse was frightened by Lu Yanmu and quickly stopped the blood transfusion.

Lu Yanmu had a gloomy face, and his handsome face was covered with frost. Although he was angry, the movements of his hands were extremely gentle.

He carefully pulled out the needle from Qingmang, took a cotton swab and pressed it on the needle, feeling both distressed and irritated.

Qingmang was a little dizzy due to blood loss, his head was so dizzy, and his body was shaking a little.

Lu Yanmu's face was so gloomy that he wanted to scold him but couldn't bear it.

Why don't you cherish your body? Lu Yanmu said through gritted teeth, but he didn't say harsh words.

Qing Mang's body was very weak and he smiled, I was watching, otherwise I would have taken seven hundred. Now I have only taken six hundred.