You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

After returning to Suyuan, Qing Mang pulled Lu Yanmu to sit on the sofa, took out the medicine box, disinfected his red and swollen area, and applied an ointment.

While applying it, he said bitterly: Next time you encounter such a situation, just wipe it once, don't keep wiping it back and forth, you really think your hands are made of plastic or stainless steel, such thin skin and tender meat. Oh, how can you stand up to your tossing?

Although he is a big man, he has to admit that his hands are indeed better maintained than ordinary women, and there is no trace of age at all. It seems that he is really jealous.

Can't help but have a good skin, but also includes all the beautiful existences in the world. Fortunately, she is a woman, and it is fortunate that the person he likes is her, otherwise he would feel jealous when he thinks about it.

People like him were born to make everyone jealous.

Well, I'll remember next time. Lu Yanmu looked at Qingmang's face, and replied in a low voice, a layer of tenderness covering the bottom of his eyes.

At this time, Qingmang was lowering his head, all his heart was on the red mark on the back of his hand, missing Lu Yanmu's tenderness at this moment.

Lu Yanmu looked down at her, his long hair was pinned behind, and the other side was scattered on the back of his hand. His long eyelashes fanned into his heart. He didn't look like a handsome person, but at this time he seemed to have passed. The soft light on the first layer is particularly pure and moving, making people want to hug them.

Lu Yanmu stretched out his hand, and before it touched Qingmang's shoulder, Qingmang had already raised his head, and he raised his head so violently that his head hit Lu Yanmu's chin directly, and she bared her teeth in pain in an instant.

He didn't care to clean up his hands, and covered the painful place with one hand. Because of the physical pain, tears rolled in his eyes and finally flowed down his cheeks.

Lu Yanmu frowned in pain, but didn't say anything. When he saw Qingmang's tears, he took the lead in holding her head, rubbed it lightly, and said hastily, It hurts?

Is your chin made of cement? Qingmang rubbed his head and mumbled, why does it hurt so much? Obviously her head is a little harder.

But her head is her head, and Lu Yanmu's is her chin. It seems that her chin is more likely to be injured. If she is not careful, it will be directly dislocated.

After reacting, he didn't care about his pain, he touched his chin, and said with distress: How is it, is the chin okay? It shouldn't be dislocated, right?

What if she is dislocated, she will be sad.

And Lu Yanmu is such a handsome person, if his appearance is affected by being hit on the chin, what will he do in the future?

Lu Yanmu took her hand and shook his head, It's alright, don't worry, does your head hurt?

When I said this, I was full of pity, and even a trace of self-blame when I listened carefully, complaining that I was careless and hurt her.

Qingmang held back the tears that he wanted to shed, and shook his head, It doesn't hurt too much, my head is a little harder.

If before, she would have been coquettish in front of him for a long time, kissing, hugging and holding up, but she didn't want him to fall into self-blame, no matter how painful it was, she could only endure it.

Maybe I really like someone, but I can't bear to worry him, I put all my emotions on him, I also want to share and take care of him, and I want both of them to be well.