You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

Seeing this face turned to one side, Qing Mang struggled desperately.

She's so nauseous, no, I can't stand it anymore.

Qing Mang was originally grasped by him, and behind her waist was the place where the front seat and the back seat met, and her bones were about to be broken.

Slowly, Qing Mang felt unable to do what he wanted, and was holding it desperately, but the distance was getting closer and closer, and Qing Mang felt flustered from within.

Lu Yanmu, why aren't you here? I can't hold it anymore.

Just when Qingmang thought that he would not be able to hold on, a few strong glare flashed outside the window, and then there was the harsh sound of the car brakes under rapid driving.

someone is coming?

Could it be Lu Yanmu?

The first time Qing Mang thought, it was Lu Yanmu.

Sure enough, the door opened and cold wind was injected, and then the driver was pulled out.

The Qingmang who lost the support point was directly pressed on the joint, and the bones were crushed.

Before she could get over, the door of the front seat was opened, smelling the familiar fragrance of pine wood.

"Lu Yanmu, if you come one minute later, I won't be able to keep it." Although Qingmang hadn't seen anyone, he knew Lu Yanmu and shouted aggrievedly.

As soon as the voice fell, the big palm touched her back, trying to lift her up.

However, just halfway through, Qingmang felt a pain in her back: "Slowly... I seem to hit my waist, it hurts..."

Hearing the girl's wailing, Lu Yanmu instantly slowed down, and a little bit very gently supported Qingmang up.

The moment I saw the Qing Mang face, Shura's bloodthirsty was exuded all over his body, and when he spoke, it seemed to be a voice from hell: "Who did it?!"

Half of Qing Mang's face was swollen, and half of his face was red. Compared to the half of his face that was intact, it seemed a bit shocking.

Qing Mang was also a little frightened by Lu Yanmu's expression at this time, and he reached out his hand to touch the half of his face, hissed, and took a breath of cold air.

"Mom, it's swollen!" Qing Mang couldn't help muttering.

Isn't she disfigured?

Lu Yanmu looked at Qingmang's face, bloodthirsty that couldn't be concealed, and a thick murderous intent burst into his eyes.

His woman, usually held in her hand carefully, for fear that she would suffer a little bit of grievance, and she can't bear to move even a single hair, so someone would dare to hit her? !

Lu Yanmu could not hide his killing intent.

Qing Mang only felt that Lu Yanmu at this time was an Ashura from hell, exuding the hostility of a dead person.

Scarlet eyes were full of murderous intent, as if in the next second, he could be a tyrant who would slaughter the people of the world.

Although he is holding her, he is like a Yama, who has the power of life and death, and can destroy thousands of troops in the blink of an eye.

In a flash, Lu Yanmu could lose all his rationality.

He is on the verge of breaking out.

To be honest, it was the first time she saw such a Lu Yanmu.

Violent and bloodthirsty is not enough to reflect his anger at this time.

Covering Lu Yanmu's face with a little hand, he comforted him and said, "Don't be angry, it's not worth it to ruin your body for such popularity. I'm fine, at most I will swell for a day or two without disfigurement."

Qingmang didn't know how to calm his anger at this time.

It seemed that Lu Yanmu was really gentle by her side for so long that she almost forgot Lu Yanmu's original character.

Seeing that Lu Yanmu was in a rage, Qing Mang seemed to be unable to hear anything. He just stared at her blankly, but there was a layer of distress in the cold eyes.