You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

The sudden change in the girl caught him off guard, and he pressed his eyebrows, quite helpless.

What do you want? Lu Yanmu put her in his arms and sat up, staring at her with obscure eyes.

Gu Qingmang was a little angry at first, but when he heard this sentence, he immediately wanted to tease him.

Fluttering his eyes, he looked at him expectantly, Anything you want?

Lu Yanmu looked at the girl's hopeful eyes, and seemed to be fascinated for a while, nodded, and replied, Yeah.

Gu Qingmang's lips curled into a smile, his fluffy little head approached him, put his hands on his shoulders, and whispered in his ear, If I want you, will you give it too?

The man sitting on the edge of the bed suddenly shrank his pupils sharply. Under his calm eyes, there were huge waves hidden in the sky, looking at the girl's eyes, as if to see a hole.

Gu Qingmang, who pursed his lips and snickered, didn't miss his expression, um... This reaction is quite satisfactory.

Oops, no, if you keep teasing him like this, I'm afraid she really can't help but pounce on him.

Just kidding, don't be so intimidating. He reached out and put his hand on his shoulder, the smile in his eyes almost overflowing.

Why didn't I find this man with such an innocent side before.

But in the next instant, her smile froze on her face, and she was pushed back on the bed by Lu Yanmu!

The warm breath hit his cheeks like this, causing a tingling, slightly dangerous breath.

Before she could react, there was a pain on her lips, and her pink lips had been densely blocked, with a bit of crazy invasion, as if she was venting.

When she was about to lose her breath, she was finally let go, and when she was about to be approached, she was pecked lightly, with a tingling pain.

The rest will be given to you later. Lu Yanmu's face returned to his usual coldness, but the desire in his eyes and his hoarse voice revealed his emotions at this time.

Gu Qingmang reached out and touched the slightly swollen lips, thinking about his words again, his face instantly blew up and became flushed.

I knew this man wasn't that easy to handle.

But what to do, she likes it more and more.

Lu Yanmu was sitting in the study to deal with the official business that was piled up because he was looking for a girl last night. From time to time, the sound of pinging and pinging came from downstairs, which made him frown.

There was another sound of the pot hitting the ground, and the pen in Lu Yanmu's hand slashed hard on the paper.

The originally gloomy and depressing study room was now more like the Shura Palace, with a cold aura, and an extremely unpleasant cold light glowed in the deep eyes.

Song Yuan! He called out to the door.

Immediately, the door was opened, and Song Yuan, who was standing outside the door, had a sad face, feeling Lu Yanmu's bone-chilling chill, and his scalp was numb.

Lu Yanmu couldn't hear the answer, his eyes left the document and swept towards Song Yuan who was outside the door.

When his eyes were about to fall on his body, Song Yuan hurriedly said, Third Master, it's Miss Qingmang in the kitchen...

Song Yuan lowered his head and stared at the pair of leather shoes under his feet with a heart full of anger. Miss Qingmang, um, it's not that I don't hide it from you, but that I really can't stand the coldness of the third master.

Lu Yanmu frowned slightly, put down the pen in his hand, got up and walked downstairs.

As soon as he reached the stairs, the sound from the kitchen made him feel a little helpless.

All day long, when he didn't feel at ease, it was because of this noise that there was a little more fireworks.