You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

Qing Mang slowed down for a while and hugged Lu Yanmu's waist. He didn't hear any answer. The atmosphere felt like a sudden death. The atmosphere in the box was dull and suppressed. The noise of singing and dancing outside passed through the glass door, a little bit. Eroded the silence around them.

Qing Mang felt that something was wrong, and Lu Yanmu had no reaction at all? It seems a little unscientific. Even the chill on his body disappeared a bit, the chill of the bones and the oppressive feeling like a knife and an axe were gone.

Suspiciously, he raised his head to face Lu Yanmu's black eyes, which were as deep as cold pools. When he looked at her, it seemed that he was about to swallow her whole body.

Suddenly, he was taken aback, did Lu Yanmu recover or not?

The little hand patted his back lightly, and tried to shout, "Lu Yanmu?"

Lu Yanmu's expression was faint, his eyes kept staring at her, and there was almost no sign of blinking.

Qing Mang couldn't figure out what his behavior meant at this time, not sure if he had returned to normal or was still in the midst of wandering.

After shouting that there was no response, Qing Mang stretched out his hand to pinch a piece of meat behind him, pinched it lightly, and tried to ask, "Does it hurt?"

Lu Yanmu still just looked at her quietly without responding.

Qing Mang felt surprised for an instant. Such a reaction was not like Lu Yanmu's usual style.

A hand loosened his waist and shook it in front of him to see if he would react, at least it should be blinking or something.

His behavior is really like the reaction of people with amnesia.

Could it be that if he gets angry, he can turn himself into amnesia? Qing Mang expressed surprise at this.

In order to verify the thoughts in his heart, Qing Mang slammed his heart, and the other hand that hugged his waist directly aimed at the soft flesh between his waist and abdomen, and pinched it down fiercely.

She didn't believe it anymore, there was no response like this.

Sure enough, after Qingmang gave a pinch, Lu Yanmu frowned, as if he was a little bit dissatisfied.

The Qingmang who stared at Lu Yanmu all the way naturally caught the slight change in his expression, and he was relieved.

He stretched out his hand and patted Lu Yanmu, "Why don't you speak, isn't it painful to be pinched?"

Qing Mang opened his mouth to tease him mercilessly, without saying good things, but asking her to make a ruthless move, really looking for the rhythm of abuse.

Lu Yanmu slowed down for a while before he said coldly, "I was thinking about things."

Qingmang frowned slightly, wondering what things could he think of so much? "What are you thinking about?"

Lu Yanmu just looked at her quietly, the bloodthirsty chill had been covered by tenderness, the chill all over his body was gone, only a touch of affection remained.

After a while of silence, Qing Mang was gently embraced in his arms, and Shen Shen replied, "It's nothing."

Qing Mang was startled by this sudden figure for a moment. Such a reaction really did not resemble Lu Yanmu's style. He was afraid that he was fooled by himself.

But it doesn't look like someone who would pit himself up, so is there something wrong with him?

Qing Mang expressed some slight worries.

He came out of his arms with his hands propped up, looked up at him quietly, looked at him for a while, and said in doubt: "Lu Yanmu, are you sure you are fine?"

Why does this person seem so worrying? It's really not like the Lu Yanmu she knows, it's amazing.