You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

After Qingmang left the study, he went directly back to Lu Yanmu's bedroom.

Standing in the cloakroom, with his arms around his chest, looking at his cloakroom with an indifferent expression, he reached out and scratched his hair.

All are classic black and white suits and shirts. In his wardrobe, there is never another color, which is undoubtedly cold.

However, the clothes are monotonous, but when he wears it, he is full of high-level sense. According to Lu Yanmu's temperament, even if he casually distributes goods to him, he will be able to dress you in a high style in minutes.

The high-level sense of indifference and nowhere to be placed, coupled with Lu Yanmu's aloof and abstinence temperament, is simply uncontrollable.

Heaven has always treated Lu Yanmu extremely favorably.

Seeing that Qingmang didn't have any clothes to match, he just grabbed a few shirts and stuffed them into the suitcase.

After packing all the clothes, Qingmang squatted beside the suitcase, always feeling as if something was missing.

Hmm... I thought about it carefully with my head, it seems that the underwear he changed and washed is missing?

Thinking of preparing such intimate and intimate clothes, her face turned slightly red, and she suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

She reached out and touched her nose, rolled her eyes, and finally shamelessly went through the closet, um... She really didn't seem to know which drawer his panties were in.

When the drawer in the far corner was opened, Qingmang's face flushed red.

It's all Lu Yanmu's... boxer pants...

It's not that I haven't seen it before, but it's another matter to get started directly.

With a blushing face, Qingmang reached out and took two or three pieces, and wanted to throw them in the suitcase.

However, after getting started, inexplicably found that this quality is surprisingly good?

In her hand, it was silky smooth, even a little cool to the touch, so she couldn't help but take a closer look.

After seeing the size of the boxer pants, Qingmang's face turned even redder, um... This size is very good.

Just when Qingmang was fascinated, Lu Yanmu pushed open the door and came in. What he saw was Qingmang staring at his underwear, as if he was very researching.

Cough cough... Lu Yanmu coughed twice, a trace of embarrassment on his face.

Qingmang heard the coughing sound, raised her eyes, and suddenly bumped into Lu Yanmu's deep, teasing eyes.

Qingmang looked like he was caught doing something bad, his head didn't react, he put his hands behind his back, and stammered, You... why did you come in without knocking on the door?

Qingmang, who was in a panic, obviously forgot that what people entered was his own room, and there was no need to knock on the door.

Lu Yanmu saw Qingmang's cheeks were slightly red, stained with a bit of embarrassment, and he looked very cute.

Lifting his foot and walking towards her, Qingmang stepped back a little bit because of his approach, and finally landed directly on the cloakroom, with no way out.

Lu Yanmu wrapped Qingmang around the distance between the cloakroom and him, put his hands on her ears, and looked down at the little woman who was a little embarrassed.

The height of 1.85 meters will be 1.68 meters tall, which sets off the appearance of petite and exquisite.

Bend down slowly, narrowing the distance between the two little by little.

Qingmang smelled the cold fragrance of pine wood, and his breath was all around his nose, and he felt a little bit in a trance in an instant.

She has always liked the smell on Lu Yanmu's body, full of sense of security.

But why is this shadow covering the area getting bigger and bigger?