You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

Lu Yanmu squeezed the air out of her lungs bit by bit, wanting to occupy her more until it fits perfectly.

Qing Mang didn't resist, and let him kiss. Lu Yanmu let her go until his consciousness gradually withdrew.

The rough fingertips gently rubbed the cherry lips that were rubbed into redness by him, and said dumbly: "Qing Mang, never let yourself be hurt, otherwise I won't be able to control myself..."

Control the urge to use blood to calm body restlessness.

He knew how gloomy his heart was, because the beauty of the green light made him want to touch good things up.

"Hmm... I promise you that you will protect yourself, prevent yourself from getting hurt or get involved in some bad things, but you also have to promise yourself not to dirty yourself for such a person in the future. Is your hand good?"

Qing Mang embraced his thin waist and spoke softly, as if he was coaxing a child, gently and softly.

But Lu Yanmu just took her. It was very useful to coax him like this.

"Well, I promise you." Lu Yanmu's voice was light, and it sounded like he had recovered a bit.

Qing Mang nodded and responded, and then took his hand and took a closer look, "Does it hurt?"

Seeing the marks scratched by the ashtray fragments, I feel so distressed.

Lu Yanmu retracted his hand and said lightly: "It's okay."

For him, this little bit can't be called an injury at all, and it doesn't hurt at all.

But Qing Mang felt distressed, "Sit down first, and I will clean it up for you."

Qingmangla Lu Yanmu sat on the sofa and looked around in the room, but didn't see anything like a medicine kit.

"Is there a medicine box?" Qing Mang turned around and asked Lu Yanmu.

"No." Lu Yanmu replied simply.

"You have someone to bring it over." Qing Mang took his hand and looked at it.

It seems that some small pieces have been brought in and have to be picked out. If you stay in it, what if you feel uncomfortable in the future?

"No need, it's okay..."

"Can you take it?!" Qing Mang glared at him, somewhat fiercely.

How dare you not listen to her? It's not honest, you have to clean up.

Just clean up and be honest, you can't always be so indulgent.

Lu Yanmu was a little helpless, watching Qingmang finally compromised, took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket, and then dialed a call.

After a few brief confession, he hung up the phone and said helplessly: "I'll send it here later."

"Okay." Qing Mang was relieved now.

Looking at his face, I suddenly wanted to reach out and touch it.

When together, Qingmang seldom touches his face, mostly he touches his own face.

After Qingmang touched it, it felt very smooth, although it was a man's skin, it was actually a little tender...

When Qingmang touched it, Lu Yanmu just froze for a moment, and let her touch it calmly.

Qing Mang is probably the only woman who can touch his face without being disgusted.

On the contrary, when Qingmang's little hands were on his face, he felt very comfortable.

There was a smile on Qing Mang's face, ah, ah, such a smooth face, I really feel so comfortable.

Just as Qing Mang felt more and more vigorous, the door was suddenly knocked twice, and a voice outside the door faintly yelled: "San Ye..."

As soon as Qing Mang heard the voice, he knew that it was the medicine kit that Lu Yanmu had sent over. He walked over to open the door and thanked him, then closed the door.