You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

I couldn't do anything on the wedding night, I really felt sorry for myself.

Okay, save it for later and take your time, and deal with this goblin later.

Qing Mang hugged a heat source, like a huge warm baby. The heat source was continuously transmitted from his body, which was extremely comfortable.

Qingmang rubbed inside, trying to find a more comfortable place, and then rubbed harder.

When she wanted to continue rubbing against her, Lu Yanmu restrained her waist and said in a deep voice: Don't move! There was a strong warning in his words.

Qing Mang had a depressed face and said in a weak voice: But I feel uncomfortable sleeping.

Lu Yanmu suppressed the restlessness of his body, sighed helplessly, and said in a low and hoarse voice: Move.

I was really defeated by her, sleeping with her in my arms was torture.

Qing Mang turned around in Lu Yanmu's arms several times, rubbing left and right. When Lu Yanmu was about to lose control, he wisely chose a comfortable position, and then he didn't understand.

I'm fine, go to sleep. Qing Mang raised his head and said.

But she saw Lu Yanmu looking at her with deep eyes, his eyes full of surging dark light.

Qingmang shrank his head inside and silently chose not to speak.

Okay, she admits that she is a bit bad at it, and she is irresponsible after flirting with others.

Lu Yanmu tightened his arms around Qingmang's waist, gritted his teeth and said, I'll deal with you when I get back!

Just because she's not feeling well right now and there's nothing we can do to her in the hospital!

Qingmang smiled and said nothing. He put his hand on his waist and said in a soft voice, Good night, Lu Yanmu.

Um.

Qing Mang's face rested on Lu Yanmu's chest, and the word yes came from his chest and shocked his face, which made him numb for a while.

Then came a good night's sleep.

…

When Qingmang woke up the next day, there was no shadow of Lu Yanmu next to him, only the warm sheets were left.

Qing Mang calmed down for a while, then remembered that he was in the hospital, and felt a little dazed for a moment.

His head was not particularly bright, probably due to the sequelae of excessive blood loss.

Qing Mang was sitting on the edge of the bed and was about to put on slippers when the door was pushed open and Lu Yanmu walked in.

Why don't you sleep a little longer? Lu Yanmu put the things he was carrying on the table aside and said softly.

Well... I won't sleep anymore. Qing Mang shook his head, his head was in a trance after sleeping too much, which didn't feel very good.

Lu Yanmu nodded, bent down and raised the bed, letting Qingmang lean on it.

I'm not that squeamish. Qingmang couldn't help but speak.

Does Lu Yanmu completely raise her as his daughter?

If he had a daughter, Lu Yanmu would probably be a daughter slave.

Do you like a son or a daughter? Before she could react, the words came out of her mouth.

After asking, Qing Mang was a little annoyed, why did he suddenly ask such a topic.

It’s like I can’t wait to have a baby.

But what would Lu Yanmu’s answer be?

Lu Yanmu's hand movements paused for a moment, and he raised his eyes to glance at her, with a layer of unknown meaning in his eyes.

Lu Yanmu didn't answer. Qing Mang was a little confused, wondering what Lu Yanmu meant.

Lu Yanmu withdrew his gaze and served her some porridge. He put it down when it felt a little hot and sat on the edge of the bed, covering Qing Mang's hand with his big palm.

Do you want a child? This was the second time Lu Yanmu asked her this topic.

Qingmang raised her eyes to look at him, and seeing the serious look on his face, she nodded: Yes, I want to have a child.