You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

The man who has been thinking about for a long time has finally succeeded in being deceived.

Oh, oh, life is really happy, she already wanted to tell the world, she took Lu Yanmu into her hands.

If Lu Yanmu knew what Qingmang was thinking at this time, he would be dumbfounded.

Obviously he was the one who wished to turn Qingmang into him earlier, how could he become Qingmang and want to sleep with him?

Lu Yanmu, are you tired recently, do you want to rest for a while? Qingmang looked virtuous.

Looking at Qingmang entering the role so quickly, Lu Yanmu really didn't know what to say.

It would be good to know how happy it would make her, and to get the certificate earlier.

Well, a little bit. Lu Yanmu followed Qingmang's words.

Then I'll move you a little bit, and we'll sleep together. Qingmang had a smile on his face.

Lu Yanmu couldn't help laughing bitterly, and sighed faintly: You sleep well here, I'll just sleep on the sofa.

Qingmang's wound was not yet completely healed, and he couldn't bear it.

But I want you to hold me to sleep, you haven't held me for a long time... Qingmang grieved Bala, and the words were full of grievances.

She hadn't slept with Lu Yanmu for a long time. Without Lu Yanmu's embrace, she couldn't sleep well.

Lu Yanmu looked at Qingmang's extremely aggrieved expression, and his heart softened to a mess.

Hey, Qingmang just knew that he was unwilling to let Qingmang have a little grievance.

Is there something wrong with your wound? When Lu Yanmu came, he heard Qingmang say that the wound was a little open.

It's alright, alright... Qingmang moved towards Peng's side consciously, freeing some space for Lu Yanmu.

Lu Yanmu had a helpless expression on his face. He took off his jacket and only wore a shirt. After getting into bed carefully, he avoided Qingmang's wound and put his arms around Qingmang. It's completely let go.

When Lu Yanmu came up, Qingmang consciously went into his arms, and when he hugged Lu Yanmu, he felt a full sense of security.

Only when she hugged Lu Yanmu did she feel that everything she had now was real.

Lu Yanmu, did you know? This time is the happiest time for me. Qingmang hugged his waist and buried his head in his chest, listening to his powerful heartbeat, he felt satisfied.

Well, I'm sorry Mrs. Lu, it's my husband's fault to keep you worried for so long. Lu Yanmu said lightly.

Qing Mang suddenly burst out laughing.

I don't know why, I suddenly heard Lu Yanmu say that he is a husband, why is he so cute.

Hmm...very good, very self-conscious as a husband.

Thinking of this, Qingmang felt that the days to come must be extremely interesting and sweet.

Okay, let's go to sleep for a while, don't move around. Lu Yanmu suppressed Qingmang, who wanted to move around, and spoke in a slightly warning manner.

If it continues like this, he must not want to sleep anymore.

Holding his wife in his arms, but because of the injury, the feeling of being able to only hug and not be able to eat is really not a good feeling.

This sweet and painful torture, when will he have to wait?

Qingmang didn't know what Lu Yanmu was thinking, but she was naturally worried about her wound, and her heart became sweeter.

My heart was sweet, and I slept very quickly. After a while, Qingmang fell asleep in Lu Yanmu's arms.