You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

Qingmang nestled in his arms, greedily inhaling the smell of his bath, mixed with the faint fragrance of pine wood, like a drowning person caught a life-saving straw, and now it is all she has.

Qingmang's body was still tense, but his nerves slowly slowed down, trying his best to calm down the anxiety and fear he had just brought.

After slowing down for a while, he said in a lazy voice, I want to sleep.

Being so frightened, she really wanted to sleep, her nerves were depleted a bit, and she was a little tired.

Lu Yanmu snorted, holding Qingmang and laying her flat on the bed, tucked her quilt by the way, put his big palm lightly on her forehead, and said softly, Go to sleep.

Qingmang clasped his hand, and said lazily, I want to hold him to sleep.

It was necessary for Lu Yanmu to hold her to sleep in order to feel safe, otherwise, without Lu Yanmu's breath, he would always feel uneasy.

After thinking for a while, Lu Yanmu lifted the quilt and lay down beside her, holding her in his arms with one hand and resting her head on his arm with the other hand, juju: Is it better?

Qingmang replied in a daze, Well, it's better...

In just a few minutes, Qingmang fell into a state of half-dreaming and half-awake. Hearing Lu Yanmu's voice, he just responded casually, as if he was a little awake.

Seeing this, Lu Yanmu didn't talk to her anymore, he just hugged her, and occasionally stroked her hand, trying to comfort her.

Even if he was in a half-dream and half-awake state, Qingmang's body was still tense, but it was slightly relieved, and he did not relax his whole body.

Lu Yanmu gently placed a kiss on her forehead, his eyes filled with pity, maybe even if he was angry, he shouldn't scare her too much. Seeing her so uncomfortable, his heart was blocked.

Looking sideways at the flowers on the windowsill, the bottom of his eyes is bottomless, revealing the slightest chill, thinking of the past, and then he has been sleepless all night.

After Qingmang fell asleep, he always felt that there was a stone in his heart, and it was extremely uncomfortable. He couldn't tell why, but he always felt uncomfortable.

Between half-dreaming and half-awakening, she always felt that there was loud music mixed with conversations constantly filling her ears, and trying to cover her ears was useless.

It was pitch-dark all around, and only sound could be heard, but nothing could be seen. The chatter of men and women, laughter, and loud rock and roll were constantly stuffed into her head, as if it was about to explode. The buzzer kept spinning in her head.

She is like a blind person, unable to see everything around her, unable to perceive where she is, as if she is isolated from everything, as if the place where she is is an island.

There are people on the island, but it has nothing to do with her. They are all people on the island who are intoxicated and enjoy all the pleasures, but she is like an outsider, unable to fit in, unable to be recognized, as if she is being mocked, even if she is the only normal person .

This kind of feeling makes her extremely uncomfortable, too oppressive, and the whole person is suppressed fiercely. You have to instill everything here into your head, get rid of her, and let her fall into an abnormal state that seems to be normal. .

The voices in the dream changed one after another, but she could never see or perceive, just like an abandoned person in another world, unable to get out, trapped in a glass, making people laugh.