You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

I can't do anything in the wedding night of the bridal chamber, so I feel a little sorry for myself.

Okay, save it and take it slow later, and then take care of this goblin.

Qingmang hugged a heat source, like a huge warm baby, and the heat source was continuously transmitted from him, which was extremely comfortable.

Qing Mang rubbed inside, trying to find a more comfortable place, and then rubbed hard.

When he wanted to continue rubbing, Lu Yanmu grabbed her waist and said solemnly, "Don't move!" There was a thick warning.

Qing Mang squatted his face, and said in a weak voice, "But I feel a little uncomfortable sleeping uncomfortably."

Lu Yanmu suppressed the restlessness of his body, sighed helplessly, his voice was low and dull: "You move."

I really lost it to her, it was torture to sleep with her.

Qing Mang flipped in Lu Yanmu's arms several times, rubbing left and right, and when Lu Yanmu couldn't help it, she was very wise to choose a comfortable position, and then she didn't understand.

"I'm fine, let's go to sleep." Qing Mang raised his head and said.

But when he saw Lu Yanmu staring at her, his eyes were full of surging dark light.

Qing Mang shrank his neck inside, and silently chose not to speak.

Well, she admits that she is a little bad, and she won't be responsible after teasing.

Lu Yanmu hugged Qingmang's waist tightly, gritted his teeth and said, "I'll clean up you when I go back!"

It's because she is not feeling well now, and what can't be done to her in the hospital!

Qing Mang smiled, did not speak, put his hands on his waist and abdomen, and said softly, "Good night, Lu Yanmu."

"Ok.

Qingmang's face was resting on Lu Yanmu's chest, and the word "Yes" came from his chest and shook his face, making it numb for a while.

Then it was a good night's sleep.

...

When Qing Mang woke up the next day, there was no longer Lu Yanmu's shadow beside him, only Shang Wen's sheets were left.

Qing Mang slowed down for a while, only this time he remembered that he was in the hospital, and he was in a daze for a while.

The head is not particularly aura, probably a sequelae of excessive blood loss.

Qing Mang was sitting on the edge of the bed and was about to put on slippers. The door was pushed in and Lu Yanmu walked in.

"Don't sleep more?" Lu Yanmu put the things he was carrying on the table to the side, and said quietly.

"Um... I won't sleep anymore." Qing Mang shook his head, and his head became a little trance after he slept too much, not very comfortable.

Lu Yanmu nodded, bent over to beat the bed, and let Qing Mang lean against him.

"I'm not so squeamish." Qing Mang couldn't help but speak.

Is Lu Yanmu raising her like a daughter?

If he had a daughter, Lu Yanmu would also be a daughter slave.

"Do you like a son or a daughter?" Before he could react, the words had already blurted out.

After asking, Qing Mang was a little upset now, why did he suddenly ask such a topic.

It's as if I can't wait to have a baby.

But what would Lu Yanmu's answer be?

The movement of Lu Yanmu's hand stopped for a moment, and he raised his eyes to look at her. There was an unclear meaning in his eyes.

Lu Yanmu didn't answer, Qing Mang was a little frustrated in his heart, not knowing what Lu Yanmu meant.

Lu Yanmu withdrew his gaze and filled her with porridge. After touching it a bit hot, he put it down and sat on the edge of the bed, covering his palms with Qingmang's hands.

"Do you want children?" This is the second time Lu Yanmu asked her about this topic.

Qing Mang raised his eyes to look at him, saw him look serious, nodded: "Well, I want a baby."