You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

Rao looked at it for so long, she still couldn't hold it back.

Tsk tsk tsk, Gu Qingmang, you really are a sex embryo.

Qingmang secretly despised himself in his heart.

Xu Shiqingmang's eyes were too hot, when Lu Yanmu looked up at her, he saw Qingmang's somewhat nympho look, and at a glance he knew what she was thinking. Putting the book aside, he waved to her.

So after tossing the towel, he rolled to the side of the house and lay down, then looked at him like a slut.

Lu Yanmu, you said how good-looking you are. Qingmang's little hand poked his face, a little jealous.

This face that looks better than a woman really makes her jealous and can't be jealous.

It is said that men are responsible for making money to support the family, and women are responsible for being beautiful and beautiful, but the men in her family are better, they account for both, and there is no way for her to survive.

Lu Yanmu glared at Qingmang, grabbed those restless little hands, and said in a calm voice, How many times have you said this? Do you want me to self-destruct my appearance to set off you?

You dare?! Qingmang glared at him, squinting and threatening.

Lu Yanmu not only laughed dumbly, he really didn't know if he liked his face or someone who liked him.

Do you like my face, or do you like me? Lu Yanmu blurted out before he could react.

This was probably the first time he was so insecure.

Qingmang was stunned for a moment, and after a while, he suddenly reacted. He couldn't help lying on top of him and laughed.

Why didn't she expect that one day, as arrogant and confident as Lu Yanmu, there would be such a day of insecurity?

Lu Yanmu's face was blackened, looking gloomy at the girl lying on his chest, she was laughing so much that she lost her image.

Qingmang seemed to be unaware of Lu Yanmu's anger, and couldn't help himself laughing.

You're still laughing! Lu Yanmu already had a calm face, with displeased written all over his face.

Qingmang laughed again for a while, then stopped.

When he raised his head to face Lu Yanmu, his face was pitch black, as if he had been brushed with ink.

Qingmang suppressed the smile on his face, but there was a bright smile on the corners of his eyes and brows: It's alright, alright, I won't laugh at you anymore.

Such arrogant and arrogant Lu Yanmu is also a bit awkward once he plays with his temper, so be careful.

Qingmang slowed down for a few seconds, restrained all the smiles, and said quite seriously: I like your face. When someone was about to have a black face, he added lightly: The person who likes you more.

In fact, even if he likes his face, this face is exclusive to Lu Yanmu anyway.

Only then did Lu Yanmu's face soften, and he gently pecked on her lips, tucked her quilt, and reached out to turn off the light on the bedside: Go to sleep.

Qingmang hummed, nestled in his warm and thick chest, and narrowed his eyes.

Well, this time it was for Lu Yanmu to hide. Since he had the intention not to let her know, it was no use asking, so let's forget it.

Lu Yanmu's hand was placed on Qingmang's waist, and he patted with each other, as if coaxing, but also like a form of comfort in disguise.

Hearing the girl's even and shallow breathing, her eyes darkened slightly.

In fact, Qingmang didn't say it just now, he knew it in his heart. He originally wanted to ask him something, but he was interrupted.