You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

Seeing this face turned to one side, Qingmang struggled desperately.

It made her sick to death, no, she couldn't take it anymore.

Qingmang had already been grabbed by him, and behind her waist was where the front seat and the back seat joined, and she felt like her bones were about to break.

Slowly Qingmang felt powerless and desperate, but the distance was getting closer and closer, Qingmang felt flustered from the inside.

Lu Yanmu, why don't you come, I can't hold it anymore.

Just when Qingmang thought that he was going to hold on, a few strong and dazzling lights flashed outside the window, and then there was the harsh sound of the car braking at high speed.

someone is coming?

Could it be Lu Yanmu?

Qingmang immediately thought of Lu Yanmu.

Sure enough, the door was opened, cold wind poured in, and the driver was pulled out.

The Qingmang people who lost their support point were directly pressed on the connection, and the bones were crushed.

Before she could recover, the door of the front seat was opened, and she could smell the familiar fragrance of pine wood.

Lu Yanmu, if you come a minute later, I won't be able to keep it. Although Qingmang hadn't seen anyone, he knew Lu Yanmu and cried out in grievance.

As soon as the voice fell, a big palm stroked her back, trying to help her up.

However, just halfway through, Qingmang felt a pain in his back: Slowly... I seem to have hit my waist, it hurts a little...

Hearing the girl's wailing, Lu Yanmu instantly slowed down his movements and lifted Qingmang up very gently.

The moment he saw Qingmang's face, Shura's bloodthirsty radiated from his body, and when he spoke, it seemed to be a voice from hell: Who did it?!

Qingmang's face was swollen in half, and half of his face was red, which was a bit shocking compared to the half of his intact face.

Qingmang was also a little frightened by Lu Yanmu's expression at this time, he reached out and touched the half of his face, hiss, and took a deep breath.

Mom, it's so swollen! Qingmang couldn't help muttering.

Shouldn't she be disfigured?

Lu Yanmu looked at Qingmang's face, his body was full of bloodthirsty that could not be concealed, and there was a strong killing intent in his eyes.

His woman, who is usually held in his hand carefully, for fear of being wronged a little bit, usually can't bear to move even a single hair, but someone dares to beat her? !

Lu Yanmu could not hide his killing intent.

Qingmang only felt that Lu Yanmu at this time was just an Asura from hell, and his body exuded the hostility of a dead man.

With scarlet eyes, his eyes were full of killing intent, as if the next second, he could be a tyrant who slaughtered everyone in the world.

Although he was holding her, he was like a King Yama who held the power of life and death. In the blink of an eye, he could destroy thousands of troops.

In an instant, Lu Yanmu could lose all reason.

He is on the verge of breaking out.

To be honest, it was the first time she saw Lu Yanmu like this.

Violent bloodthirsty, not enough to reflect his rage at this time.

Putting his little hand on Lu Yanmu's face, he said comfortingly, Don't be angry, it's not worth it to ruin your body for such popularity. I'm fine, at most it will be swollen for a day or two, and it won't be disfigured.

Qingmang didn't know how to calm his anger at this time.

It seemed that Lu Yanmu had really been gentle by her side for so long that she almost forgot Lu Yanmu's original character.

Seeing that Lu Yanmu was in a rage, Qingmang seemed to be unable to listen to anything, but just stared at her blankly, and there was a layer of distress at the bottom of Sen's cold eyes.