You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

Qingmang looked at the bathroom with resentment on his face, and sighed faintly when he heard the sound of water splashing inside.

Or not hook up, isn't it good to live a good life? Thinking about what to do with this mess all day, a pile of yellow garbage.

I lifted the quilt and pulled the zipper of my skirt up by myself. I always felt uncomfortable with my back naked.

Listening to the sound of water in the bathroom, Qingmang thought that no matter what Lu Yanmu did, he probably wouldn't come out so quickly.

In order to prevent Lu Yanmu from coming out to see such a, um... slightly fragrant scene, Qingmang turned around, turned his back to the bathroom, wrapped his hands behind his back, and pulled the zipper hard.

The long, black and supple hair with green awns was scattered on the shoulders, and the skin against the background became more and more fair and smooth. The long hair covered more than half of the back. Extraordinarily tempting.

As soon as Lu Yanmu came out of the bathroom, he looked up to see such a glamorous and seductive scene. Qingmang turned his back to him, his back was open to reveal a large piece of snow-white skin, his pupils shrank sharply, and in his slightly narrowed eyes, Shining strangely.

Qingmang's long hair swayed with her movements, revealing more skin from time to time, and inadvertently moved her fingers, as if the fingertips still had the touch just now, smooth and delicate.

The mind that had finally calmed down showed signs of churning out again, and even the breathing that had calmed down a little started to become a little chaotic.

This green light always stirs up his mind unconsciously.

Lu Yanmu sighed lightly, closed his eyes suddenly, and tried his best to calm down his mind disturbed by the green light.

Qingmang didn't know what Lu Yanmu was thinking, so he pulled the zipper with all his might, but his long hair stumbled, so he directly twisted it into the zipper, pulled it up, and made a hiss.

Ah. The scalp was pulled like this, and he shouted softly, and the pain was a bit severe.

Lu Yanmu had just turned a step and stopped because of Qingmang's shout. He looked at Qingmang sideways, but saw that she seemed to be dejected, and he suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.

Qingmang tugged a few times, but it seemed to have no use except for the tighter and tighter tugging. In the end, it looked like he was defeated by his hair.

With a cold face, he looked outside expressionlessly, so angry. Feeling a glare from behind him, he grabbed a pillow and hugged it in his arms, then turned his head to meet Lu Yanmu's deep, shining eyes.

With an aggrieved face, he said softly, Lu Yanmu, my hair is stuck...

When he spoke, he seemed particularly aggrieved, with a small mouth pouted, his eyes pitiful, as if he would cry if he refused, and I felt pity.

Lu Yanmu sighed lightly, knowing that he could not escape.

Whenever Qingmang made such an expression, he couldn't refuse, what could he do?

After taking a sigh of relief, after calming down, he raised his feet and walked towards her, looking calm and completely cold.

Qingmang's eyes fixed on Lu Yanmu until he sat on the edge of the bed, his big palm covered her small hand, and took over her long strand of hair.

Qingmang turned around directly, hugged a pillow, and his mood suddenly relaxed.

Lu Yanmu held the strand of long hair, lowered his eyes and took a closer look, seeing the tangled mess, he sighed helplessly.

When is he going to do these things himself?