You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

It seems that sometimes I understand why some fans even say they want to lick the screen to their idols, and there really is a reason.

Lu Yanmu slowed down for a while before answering, It's okay.

Well... Qingmang looked at his slightly wrinkled brows, and instantly felt a little distressed, Have an early rest when you're done, don't stay up late.

Qingmang is like an old mother, and it is inevitable to explain. It's not a good thing to worry about.

Okay, I see. Lu Yanmu agreed with a calm attitude.

Qingmang looked at him so serious, and instantly couldn't bear to talk to him again, but he didn't want to hang up, so he had to hold it like this and look at his face quietly.

Not hearing Qingmang's voice, Lu Yanmu raised his eyes and glanced at Qingmang, Why don't you speak?

I saw you were busy and worried that my words would affect you, so it's good to just look at you like this. Qingmang turned over, holding the phone and his hands started to feel a little sore.

It doesn't matter. Lu Yanmu stretched out his hand and put the phone in a brighter place, and said lightly, Go on, I want to hear what you have to say.

Qingmang's lips pursed into a smile, Do you feel particularly motivated listening to me?

Is this an indirect statement? She said she was a little happy.

Lu Yanmu raised his eyes and glanced at her. Seeing her full of smiles, even the tiredness dissipated, he simply replied, Yes.

But seeing Lu Yanmu at work, she didn't know what to say for a while. Thinking about the last time he told her a story, she simply frowned.

Should I tell you a story? Qingmang pursed his lips and asked in a low voice.

Okay. Lu Yanmu answered directly without thinking about it.

Qingmang put down his phone, and after tossing around in the room, did he find a book that looked like a novel?

Looking at the book in his hand, Qingmang had a confused look on his face, wondering if Lu Yanmu would listen to such a story.

Silently put the cover of the book in front of the phone screen, and asked in a weak voice, Do you listen to this kind of book?

Lu Yanmu originally wanted to answer directly, but after listening to the weak voice of the girl, he raised his eyes and glanced at it, and what he saw was a pink cover with seven big words written on it: Throw Down the Tsundere President

When I saw it, there were three black lines on my forehead. After thinking about it, the corners of my lips curled into a smile, and replied seriously, Well, yes.

Ah? Do you really want to listen? Qingmang felt a little incredible.

In general, shouldn't he find such books boring?

Down with the Tsundere President, he is already an overbearing president in capital, okay, where do you need to listen to such a book.

Qingmang naturally didn't know. Although Lu Yanmu thought this kind of novel was boring, he somehow wanted to see how Qingmang read this kind of story. It should be very cute, and he somehow liked it.

Well, read it, I'll listen. Lu Yanmu replied solemnly.

Qingmang's mood at this time: ...! ! !

She seems to be digging a hole for herself?

Sure enough, a man's mind is not easy to guess at all!

That that, can you regret it? She suddenly didn't miss it.

Cough cough... Qingmang coughed inadvertently.

Lu Yanmu immediately raised his head and glanced at her, looking at her somewhat, Huh? Are you uncomfortable?