You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

Qingmang also lay down with his back to him, with a calm expression on his face. Anyway, it's just a pair of skins.

Fortunately, the maintenance is usually good, and the skin is very delicate. Well, it should not be disliked.

In fact, the real concern is not what Lu Yanmu will do to her, but the worry that her body and skin are not good enough! ! !

If she was rejected, she would beat Lu Yanmu to death.

Compared to those little Jiujiu that Qingmang was thinking about, Lu Yanmu obviously didn't have that much thought.

! ! ! Qingmang hurriedly turned over and looked at him with a wary expression, What are you doing?

Lu Yanmu sighed helplessly, and said in a stern voice, If I really want to do something, do you think you can protect me?

Yes, there is absolutely nothing wrong with this sentence.

Qingmang turned back faintly, took a pillow and propped his chin up, and said with very resentful words: Forget it, come on.

After hearing Qingmang's words, Lu Yanmu said, ...

Why does it feel like forcing a girl from a good family to be a prostitute? ? ?

Lu Yanmu calmed down and didn't say much, he just pulled her zipper, revealing a piece of snow-white skin, and the scratches were even more shocking.

Fortunately, it was separated by a layer of fabric, not like the abrasions on the elbows and knees, but only some broken skins.

When unzipping her zipper, Lu Yanmu's fingertips inadvertently touched Qingmang's skin, causing Qingmang to shudder for a while, and he couldn't hold back his murmur.

Lu Yanmu didn't feel anything at first, but when he touched Qingmang's skin, the smooth feeling made him feel a little strange, and when he heard Qingmang's whisper, his heart instantly threw a beat.

She took a light breath, calmed her mind, and removed the clothes from her skirt to her waist. The graceful body of a girl was displayed in front of her eyes.

The snow-white skin and the fragrance that is unique to a girl made Lu Yanmu's pupils shrink sharply, his eyes instantly became hot, and his breathing became a little disordered.

It's not that I haven't seen Qingmang's body before. At that time, Qingmang was still a child, and he didn't feel much. He was not fully developed in all aspects. good.

Just looking at it, he was already a little bit uncontrollable, not to mention that he would have to give Qingmang medicine later.

Qingmang was lying on the pillow, unable to see Lu Yanmu's expression, and naturally he didn't know what kind of battle between heaven and man he was doing now.

Isn't it serious? I said nothing, you are still so nervous. Qingmang didn't feel Lu Yanmu's movements, and thought it was a simple wound, because Lu Yanmu was too nervous.

Qingmang's words recalled Lu Yanmu's lack of concentration, he coughed and sighed, barely calming his mind, and said indifferently, Well, it's not bad.

With a cotton swab in his hand, after dipping it in alcohol, he was the first to disinfect the wound.

Although there is a tingling sensation when applied to the wound, these are not enough to cover up the itching caused by it.

After Lu Yanmu painted it, Qingmang unknowingly shook to the side. After two or three strokes, Lu Yanmu lost his patience and put his big palm on Qingmang's waist, pressing her down to prevent her from moving.

It's just like this, the body moved to the side, but it became more and more itchy...