You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

Seeing Qing Mang's somewhat uncomfortable look, they were anxious, but they didn't know what they could do, so they could only bring a bowl full of **** water and hand it to her.

"Miss Qingmang, the **** water is just hot, it's quite suitable to touch, drink it while it is hot." The servant put the **** water on the table and reminded.

"Yeah, good." Qing Mang took the paper towel off and threw it into the trash can, while **** water came up at the back, he just drank it in one gulp.

After drinking, I only feel that the spicy throat hurts even more, and it is a bit uncomfortable.

With the idea of ​​rushing to take a nap after drinking, Qing Mang got up straight upstairs.

Originally, I wanted to go back to Lu Yanmu's bedroom to sleep, but when I thought about sleeping like this, I would definitely sweat. Lu Yanmu is obsessed with cleanliness. If his bedroom gets dirty, it might be a little troublesome when he goes to bed at night.

Thinking of this floor, he pushed open the door of his room, and after closing the curtains, he covered himself thickly with a quilt.

Probably his head was swelling a little bit severely, groggy, and soon after touching the pillow, Qingmang fell asleep.

When I was half dreaming and half awake, I felt that my whole body was sticky and greasy, as if I was sweating all over, and my clothes stuck to my skin, which was very uncomfortable.

I feel inexplicably as if my body is between ice and fire. I want to take off all my clothes when I am hot, and I want to add a few quilts when I am cold. The whole person feels even more uncomfortable between the alternating hot and cold.

In the dimness, she seemed to dream of a lot of weird things, scene after scene, like a movie, showing them one by one in front of her eyes, and she couldn't refuse even if she wanted to refuse.

The scenes in the dream were exhausting and made her head more uncomfortable. Her throat was so dry that she smoked and wanted to drink water, but her whole body was so soft that she couldn't get up, let alone move.

Qing Mang only felt uncomfortable all over, the quilt covering her body was like a heavy burden on her body, some of which couldn't be penetrated, making her very uncomfortable.

She felt as if she was lying on a leaf, and there was water under the leaf, and she drifted along the water without boundaries.

In the dizziness, she seemed to hear the sound of the door being opened, followed by the sound of feet on the wooden floor.

Finally, I felt that the edge of the bed collapsed, and a palm was pressed against her forehead. It was cold and comfortable, making her want to get closer.

However, before she could retreat from the enthusiasm on her body, the coolness on her forehead left, and then some messy footsteps kept ringing in her ears, making her no way to sleep.

When I remembered, I called to stop the noise, but I couldn't utter a word in my throat, and I didn't listen to it. This kind of taste was very uncomfortable.

Slowly, following the thoughts in his subconscious, Qingmang's consciousness was gradually peeled off, and then he fell into the boundless darkness.

...

When he woke up again, Qingmang smelled the scent of disinfectant, frowned slightly, and some did not know where the smell came from.

When I moved my hand, I found that my hand was held by someone, and the back of the other hand was a little painful.

She just moved a little, and a slightly tired voice rang, "Awake?"

Qing Mang followed the held hand and saw Lu Yanmu's handsome face with a little nervousness.

"Yeah." Qing Mang replied, only to find that his voice was hoarse.