You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

Qingmang clucked, finished drinking, and then handed it back to him.

Lu Yanmu looked at the water cup and said coldly, Do you still want to drink?

Qingmang shook his head suddenly, I don't drink anymore, I'm going to burst my stomach if I drink it again.

She wasn't really thirsty, she just didn't want Lu Yanmu to run away in vain, so as not to spoil his mind.

Lu Yanmu glanced at her lightly, put the cup aside, put his hands around his chest, and asked with a cold face, Have you forgotten what to do?

Ah? Qingmang was asked with a confused look on his face, completely unaware of what happened. Huh? Forgot what?

Lu Yanmu looked at Qingmang's extremely serious eyes, and sighed helplessly, silently took out a bottle of ointment from the side, and said lightly, Turn over and lie down.

Qingmang was stunned, and he didn't understand what he meant or what he wanted to do.

What do you want? I asked unsurely, wanting to know how... um... not so wonderful?

Lu Yanmu glared at her coldly, and said coldly, Are you turning over by yourself, or do you want me to do it?

Qingmang looked at him and swallowed, his little hands grasped the quilt tightly, looked at him with pitiful eyes, and said aggrievedly: I'm still hurt, don't mess around.

Lu Yanmu: ...

What the hell is she thinking about all day long?

What can he do to her? Is there any misunderstanding?

Lu Yanmu stretched out his hand and pressed his eyebrows, and said helplessly: What did you say just now? You said that you had a back injury, but you forgot it in a blink of an eye? Or is it already healed, so you don't need to take medicine?

Hmm... Qingmang felt a little embarrassed for a moment.

She seems, is she really thinking too much?

Silently turned over, then turned his back to him, Come on, you're welcome.

Lu Yanmu: ...

Why do I feel like I've done something bad?

At a glance at Qingmang's serious expression, he couldn't help but sigh, he must be thinking too much, but Qingmang has no other meaning at all.

The warm big palm smeared the cool ointment, and it fainted a little on the skin. Under the friction, it was very comfortable.

When the big palm came to the waist position, it caused Qingmang to shudder for a while.

Lu Yanmu frowned slightly, and said coldly, Don't move!

Qingmang held back hard, and said dully: It's not that I want to move, it's really itchy, I'm afraid of itchy, it's not that you don't know.

Lu Yanmu glanced at Qingmang, not knowing what to say.

Under such circumstances, he has already tried his best to restrain his thoughts and actions, lest there will be some unethical actions.

In the face of Qingmang's body, he is not as strong as he imagined, and he will also react.

If he doesn't respond to the person he likes, then there must be something wrong with him.

Be patient first. Lu Yanmu was very helpless, except for this sentence, there was nothing else he could say.

He can't just throw it away and let someone else give her medicine.

To be honest, even if a woman gave her medicine, he would always be a little unhappy in his heart.

Of course, these words will definitely not be said to Qingmang.

Because as a man, he has his own dignity.

Qingmang's head was stuffed on the pillow, and the voice came out through the pillow, I'll try my best not to move.

Well, even if it moves, there is no way to restrain it.