You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

As soon as Qing Mang's voice fell, before he could react, people were already overwhelmed. Lu Yanmu covered her, staring at her face with a deep gaze, as if he wanted to see something from her face.

Qing Mang looked straight at Lu Yanmu, with a fearless face, and blinked his eyes, looking very well-behaved and harmless.

Lu Yanmu's throat slid unconsciously twice, his eyes became a little hot, he glanced at her face for a few times, and his thin lips moved, seeming to hesitate a little.

Qingmang saw that he wanted to kiss but didn't dare to kiss him. He loosened the pillow, grabbed his sleeves with his little hands, and moved his head forward, her cherry lips directly covered Lu Yanmu's thin lips.

Lu Yanmu's pupils shrank sharply, and his heart jumped abruptly, supporting Qingmang's head with his big palm, directly turning his passive into an active one.

When she kissed, she was extremely restrained, as if a dragonfly, and then let her go.

The breath was a little disturbed, looking at Qingmang, he said faintly: "What do you want?"

Qing Mang tilted his head and spoke very seriously: "What I want is just you from beginning to end."

Lu Yanmu's eyes were deep and deep, deep as the bottom of the eyes, with a strange light, and his thin lips lightly opened, "Aren't you afraid of me?"

"Um... if it is you, there is nothing to be afraid of, I believe you." Qing Mang said vowedly, without any resistance or concealment at all.

Lu Yanmu looked at Qingmang, wanting to see her inner thoughts from her expression and eyes. Helplessly in Qingmang's eyes, all he saw was sincerity and certainty.

Seeing Qingmang's firm eyes, he became a little uneasy, his chest was slightly ups and downs, his breath was disturbed, and even his face changed slightly.

He put his hands on both sides of Qingmang and loosened his tie, his expression still a little bit hesitant. While she was thinking, she cast her eyes down and glanced at the green mansions. When she noticed her half-open clothes and the enchanting flower on her chest, her face changed slightly, she suddenly got up and sat on the edge of the bed.

"You carry it back, I will untie your hair, and there will be other things later." Lu Yanmu's voice was low, and there was still a bit of dullness in his words.

"Huh?" Qing Mang was a little trapped, and some didn't expect this to be the case.

She could clearly see the desire in Lu Yanmu's eyes just now. He really had this idea, but why did he stop his head in the end?

Seems to see the birthmark on her chest?

Qing Mang glanced at the birthmark, as if there was no other impression, how did it feel that it didn't seem to have been there before?

After searching the memory hard, she found that she hadn't seen it before, but if Lu Yanmu hadn't taken a look, she didn't seem to have noticed it.

Why do you feel that something seems to be completely out of control?

"Lu Yanmu, do you have something to do?" Qing Mang sat up and looked at Lu Yanmu, faintly feeling that his expression was not right at this time, as if something was hiding.

Lu Yanmu let out a clear cough, his voice was dumb, and his voice was cold: "No."

Qing Mang had a dazed expression and didn't know what was going on, but seeing Lu Yanmu's expressions and reactions, he knew that there was no drama.

He drew his hair directly, and turned his back to him, "Then you can get my hair out first."

Qing Mang didn't want to struggle with this problem, anyway, the end result was the same.

On her birthday, she will pounce on Lu Yanmu.