You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

The girl's sudden change caught him off guard, and he pressed his brows, quite helpless.

"What do you want?" Lu Yanmu put her in his arms and sat up, staring at her with vague eyes.

Gu Qingmang was a little angry at first, but when he heard these words, he suddenly had the meaning to tease him.

Flicking his eyes, looking at him expectantly, "Can you ask for anything?"

Lu Yanmu looked at the girl's expectant eyes, and for a moment he nodded as if he was fascinated by her mind, and said, "Yes."

Gu Qingmang smiled at the corners of his lips, and his little furry head approached him, put his hands on his shoulders, and whispered softly in his ear, "If I want you, will you give it too?"

The man sitting on the edge of the bed suddenly shrank his pupils, and under his calm and innocent eyes, there was a huge wave hiding in the sky. He looked at the girl as if he was about to see a hole.

Gu Qingmang, who was smirking while pursing his mouth, didn't miss his expression, eh...this reaction was quite satisfactory.

Oh no, if you keep teasing like this, I'm afraid she really can't help but throw him at him.

"I'm teasing you, don't be so scared." Reached out and put a hand on his shoulder, the smile in his eyes was about to overflow.

Why haven't I found this man with such an innocent side before?

But the next moment, her smile froze on her face, and she was pushed back on the bed by Lu Yanmu!

The warm breath just hit his cheeks, causing a burst of itching, a slightly dangerous breath.

Before she could react, there was a pain on her lips, and the pink lips had been densely blocked, with a somewhat crazy invasion, seeming to vent.

When she was almost unable to breathe, she was finally let go, and was pecked when she was approaching, and she felt so painful.

"The rest, I'll give it to you later." Lu Yanmu's face returned to the usual coldness, but the desire under his eyes and the dull voice revealed his emotions at this time.

Gu Qingmang stretched out his hand and touched the somewhat swollen lips. Thinking about him again, his face instantly blushed and flushed.

I knew that this man was not so easy to handle.

But what to do, she liked it more and more.

Lu Yanmu was sitting in the study and dealing with the official duties piled up by looking for girls last night. From time to time, there were ping-pong noises downstairs, making his brows frowned.

There was another sound of a pot hitting the ground, and the pen in Lu Yanmu's hand struck the paper fiercely.

The originally gloomy and depressive study is now more like the Asura Hall, with a cold aura, and an extremely unpleasant cold light in the deep eyes.

"Song Yuan!" Shen Shen shouted outside the door.

Immediately the door was opened, and Song Yuan, who was standing outside the door, was crying, and felt Lu Yanmu's bone-seeking chill, and his scalp was numb.

Lu Yanmu couldn't hear the answer, his eyes left from the document and swept towards Song Yuan outside the door.

When the light was about to fall on his body, Song Yuan hurriedly said, "San Ye, it's Miss Qing Mang in the kitchen..."

Song Yuan lowered his head and stared at the pair of leather shoes under his feet, and his heart was crimson, Miss Qingmang, um, it's not that I don't hide it for you, but I really can't stand the cold of the third master.

Lu Yanmu frowned slightly, put down the pen in his hand, got up and walked downstairs.

As soon as he reached the stairs, the sound from the kitchen made him quite helpless.

All day long, when he didn't feel at ease, it was because of the hustle and bustle that there was a little more smoke.