You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

Qingmang slowed down for a while, hugged Lu Yanmu's waist, and didn't hear any answer. The atmosphere seemed to have suddenly died. The atmosphere in the box was dull and depressed, and the noisy singing and dancing outside passed through the glass door. eroded the silence all around.

Qingmang felt that something was wrong, but Lu Yanmu didn't respond at all? It seems a little unscientific. Even the chill on his body disappeared a little, without the bone-eroding chill and the oppressive feeling like a knife and axe.

He raised his head in doubt and faced Lu Yanmu's black eyes as deep as a cold pool. When he looked at her, he seemed to devour her whole body before giving up.

Suddenly, he was stunned. Is Lu Yanmu recovering or not?

The little hand patted his back lightly, and tried to shout, Lu Yanmu?

Lu Yanmu's expression was indifferent, his eyes kept staring at her, and there was almost no sign of blinking.

Qingmang couldn't figure out what his behavior at this time meant, not sure if he had returned to normal, or was still in the midst of wandering.

After shouting that there was no response, Qingmang reached out and squeezed a piece of flesh on his back, pinched it lightly, and tried to ask, Does it hurt?

Lu Yanmu still just looked at her quietly, without any reaction.

Qingmang was instantly surprised that such a reaction was not like Lu Yanmu's usual style.

A hand loosened his waist and shook it in front of him to see if he would react, at least it should be a wink or something.

His behavior is really like the reaction of amnesiacs.

Could it be that he was so angry that he could make himself amnesia? Qingmang was surprised by this.

In order to verify the thoughts in his heart, Qingmang slammed his heart, and the other hand around his waist aimed directly at the soft flesh between his waist and abdomen, and pinched it hard.

She couldn't believe it, she didn't respond.

Sure enough, after Qingmang pinched hard, Lu Yanmu's brows furrowed, and he seemed a little dissatisfied.

Qingmang, who was staring at Lu Yanmu the whole time, naturally caught this slight change in his expression, which was a relief.

He reached out and patted Lu Yanmu, Why didn't you speak, didn't you get hurt?

Qingmang opened his mouth to tease him mercilessly. He didn't say anything good, but he wanted her to make a ruthless move. It was really a rhythm of abuse.

Lu Yanmu slowed down for a while, and then said coldly, I'm thinking about something.

Qingmang frowned slightly, thinking about what things can be so ecstatic? What are you thinking about?

Lu Yanmu just looked at her quietly, the previous bloodthirsty chill had been covered by tenderness, the chill all over his body had disappeared, and only a deep feeling remained.

After being silent for a while, he gently took Qingmang into his arms, and replied solemnly, It's nothing.

Qingmang was startled by this sudden figure for a moment. This kind of reaction really didn't seem like Lu Yanmu's style. He was afraid that he was not fooled by himself.

But no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like someone who will pit himself, so what's wrong with him?

Qingmang expressed some slight concerns.

He came out of his arms with his hands up, looked up at him quietly, looked at him for a while, and asked in confusion, Lu Yanmu, are you sure you're fine?

Why does this man look so worrying? It's really not like the Lu Yanmu she knew, it's amazing.