You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

Qingmang was very happy to hold Lu Yanmu's arm, and followed him for a walk in the Suyuan Garden. Although it was already late, he couldn't see any scenery, but it was probably because the people around him were different, so all he saw was A beautiful presence.

Lu Yanmu, do you think there will be a day when we are seventy or eighty years old, we can still lean against each other and simply sit together, even if we don't speak, it will be beautiful?

Qingmang leaned on his shoulder, and his little hand scribbled casually in the air, which was probably the beautiful thing between them.

As long as I think that I will be with him for the rest of my life, no matter how difficult things are in the future, I feel that I can endure it.

When you meet a good person, you can become better with each other, become more mature, and resist everything in the future together.

Yeah. Compared to Qingmang's emotion, Lu Yanmu was obviously more indifferent. He sat next to him and responded lightly.

Perhaps it was because he had not experienced everything in Qingmang, Lu Yanmu could not understand Qingmang's desire for a simple life. He has become accustomed to being in all kinds of turbulence, being alone and not panicking.

And Qingmang experienced the death of the previous life, everything in this life has become more precious, and he wants to grasp everything with his heart.

Lu Yanmu, believe it or not, I died once and then came back to life. Qingmang put his hand on his shoulder and asked in a relaxed tone as much as possible.

The rebirth was always a mixed blessing for her. She was afraid that one day she would wake up from a dream and nothing happened.

This is just her resentment before her death. In her resentment, she completes the regret of her previous life. But even living in resentment can be regarded as the only hope left in life.

When Lu Yanmu heard this sentence, he rarely raised his eyes to look at her, his eyes were full of deep meaning, as if he wanted to explore the truth of her words.

If it's really like what she said, then her behavior like this seems to make sense, and it's all because of this thing.

But how can people come back to life after death? This seems to be a little unbelievable.

I'm thinking nonsense again. Lu Yanmu touched her head and spoke softly, seeming to be pampered.

Qingmang rubbed against his big palm, Just think I'm just cranky.

In fact, whether it is cranky or not, I already cherish everything I have now. I am very grateful to be able to do it all over again. As for the rest, it is not within my control.

Looking up at the dark sky, even if you can't see it, there are stars. Just like no matter how lost she is, Lu Yanmu will always wait for her there.

Lu Yanmu, meeting you was probably the luckiest thing in my last life and this life. Qingmang put his arms around his neck, buried his face on his shoulder, and said softly.

No matter when, as long as he is there, it is the source of happiness.

Well. This kind of understanding is very good. Lu Yanmu softened his voice and said lightly, slightly teasing. So sensible, I'm not used to it.

This kind of Qingmang is indeed different from the previous one. He has become more sensible. Although he is clingy, he will not be unreasonable.

Since being kidnapped, Qingmang seems to have changed a little bit of his previous impression, this feeling.

If it is said that everything is acting, then I hope I can continue to act, then lie to him for the rest of my life.