You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

Under the orderly command of Qingmang, the group of people in the kitchen did not cause any trouble to Qingmang. With their help, all the meals were prepared in advance and ready to start.

Qingmang stood in front of the dining table, looking at the food that was about to fill the table, his face was very satisfied.

He took off his apron and said to the servant next to him, It's almost enough to serve soup. I'll ask the third master to come down for dinner.

The servant responded, and Qingmang went upstairs with joy.

Before going to the study, he raised his hand to smell the smell of oil smoke on his clothes, turned around and went to the bedroom. Let's go back and change clothes first. Lu Yanmu might not like the smell of oil smoke.

She still remembered that Lu Yanmu's nose was really sensitive, and he seemed to be unacceptable to some smells, otherwise he would always sneeze, and he was also a clean freak.

Although he is not allergic to the smell of lampblack, just in case, he should change his clothes before going to him.

After Huanxi changed his clothes, when passing by the dressing table, he glanced at the perfume on the dressing table, swiped his fingers around it, and finally stopped on the women's perfume of the same fragrance as Lu Yanmu.

Regardless of whether it was in the past or this life, all of her belongings were basically handled by Lu Yanmu, and even some clothes and perfumes were of the same style as his. In the past life, she didn't like them at all and never used them.

In this life, she wants to echo him everywhere.

As soon as Qingmang opened the bedroom door, he found Lu Yanmu standing outside the door with one hand raised in a gesture of knocking on the door. After seeing her come out, he withdrew his hand, his eyes fell on her and he looked around and gently withdrew.

Huh? Why are you here? Qingmang was a little surprised when he saw him outside the door.

Shouldn't he be in the study?

Yeah. I heard from the servant that it's time to eat. I didn't see you downstairs. I came over and asked you to come down with me. Lu Yanmu turned around first and walked towards the stairs.

Qingmang closed the door, and when he lifted up his heels, he took his arm by the way, Did you see the food I made?

Yeah. Lu Yanmu caught the trace and glanced at the small hand on his arm, his face suddenly sank, he stopped, and said coldly, What's wrong with the hand?

Qingmang was startled by this sudden anger, followed his line of sight, and finally landed on a red mark on the back of his hand.

Oops, how could I forget about this.

It's okay, I just got it by accident, it's fine. Qingmang quickly let go of his hand and covered it with the other hand.

How could she forget not to let Lu Yanmu see the red seal on her hand? According to Lu Yanmu's character, he must be nagged.

Lu Yanmu stretched out his big hand and pulled hers tightly, put it in front of him, looked carefully, and asked with a sullen face, Splashed by oil?

Qingmang was a little guilty and turned his face away, and wanted to withdraw from his hand, but his strength was too great, and his voice was weak: No...

Lu Yanmu's face showed some anger and distress, he took her hand all the way downstairs, pressed her on the sofa, and said solemnly to the servant next to him, Bring the medicine box here.

The servant was frightened by his inexplicable black face, and hurried to get the medicine box.

Qingmang sat on the sofa, raised his eyes to meet his gaze, saw that his face was darker than ink, and gently pulled him with his small hand, Lu Yanmu, this little injury is really fine, you don't need to be so inspiring.

This injury is nothing to her. What she has experienced in her previous life, even if she breaks a bone, she can keep silent, not to mention only being splashed by oil.