You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

After Qing Mang sneaked into Lu Yanmu's study, after looking around for a few times, he finally focused on the pillow on the bed.

Hmm... Put it there, Lu Yanmu probably wouldn't know.

And he always likes to sleep on the left side, and will not move the pillow on the right side. Putting it inside the pillow should be the safest.

After thinking about it for a while, Qing Mang immediately took action, sat on the bed and went straight to remove the duvet cover, took out the recording pen from his pocket and stuffed it in.

Just in case, after putting the pillows back, Qingmang still lay down for an interview, um, didn't seem to feel anything.

But she didn't want to get up when she was lying down. Everything she smelled was Lu Yanmu's smell, which made her feel particularly relaxed.

Looking sideways at the door, Lu Yanmu is in the study, and she probably won't come back so quickly. Otherwise, she would lie down here for a while, set an alarm clock, and leave before he returns.

Qing Mang took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and after setting a certain time, he put the phone aside, hugged another pillow, found a comfortable seat, lay down and fell asleep in a daze.

I slept well this time. I don’t know how long I slept. After she fell asleep, someone walked in and stood in front of the bed for a while, and then went over to close the curtains to isolate her. Some sunshine.

When I walked, I lightened my steps a bit. Before turning over, I faintly heard the cloakroom being pulled apart, and then the sound of water in the bathroom.

Qing Mang had a little awareness, but she wanted to wake up but didn't want to wake up. The familiar taste and inexplicable sense of security made her feel like she was sheltered, completely relaxed, and allowed herself to continue sinking in her dream.

...

When she woke up, the sky was completely dark, and when she opened her eyes, it was all black.

Qing Mang suddenly sat up and turned on the lamp beside the bed, which instantly brightened.

I glanced around, but didn't find anyone there. I rubbed my head and sat on the edge of the bed to regain my energy.

Picking up the phone at random to check the time, she was so scared that she almost smashed the phone.

It's already 7 o'clock in the evening? How long did she sleep?

Someone seemed to come in during this period. Could it be Lu Yanmu?

After tidying up, I wanted to go straight downstairs, but after thinking about it, I turned off to the study.

After tapping twice, without hearing the answer inside, Qing Mang unscrewed the door directly, but saw Lu Yanmu facing the computer, wearing a Bluetooth headset, with a serious face.

This posture seems to be holding a video conference.

Qing Mang was about to close the door quietly, raising his eyes and Lu Yanmu had already seen her, beckoned to her, and signaled her to pass.

After a pause, he closed the door lightly, walked to the sofa opposite him, sat down, and flipped through the book.

After seeing Qing Mang sitting still, Lu Yanmu's attention returned to the meeting, and he listened a lot during the whole process, occasionally he would answer a sentence or two and put forward different opinions.

Qing Mang turned a few pages of the book casually, and found that they were not as good as Lu Yanmu, so she decided to look at Lu Yanmu.

Holding a head, staring straight at him, it is very pleasing to the eye.

Lu Yanmu, who focused on the meeting all the way, couldn't ignore this scorching gaze even if he wanted to ignore it. After giving a few words in twos and threes, the meeting ended.

Lu Yanmu took off the Bluetooth headset, sat down beside her, glanced at her messy hair, raised his hand to smooth it out, "Wake up?"