You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

Lu Yanmu was almost helpless, and softly coaxed: "Change clothes, it's better to sleep."

"Oh." Qing Mang replied lazily, and then Lu Yanmu left.

After waiting hard to change his clothes, Qing Mang was already too sleepy to open his eyes. Almost the whole person was leaning on Lu Yanmu's shoulders, unable to lift up even a bit of strength.

Lu Yanmu suppressed some agitation caused by someone's too good touch, and then picked him up and put him on the bed.

As soon as someone touched the bed and rolled in, he found a comfortable place and fell asleep.

Lu Yanmu stood on the side, stretched out his hand to tuck the quilt, and looked at someone's contented sleep, he couldn't help shaking his head and sighing. This look seemed to be no different from a pig.

But, how can pigs be cute?

Thinking of this level, sitting on the edge, reaching out and gently stroking her cheek, watching her sleeping extremely comfortably, as if being infected, the whole person was inexplicably happy.

Well, she must have been sent from heaven to torture him.

Thinking of the touch when he helped Qing Mang change clothes just now, his eyes deepened.

What a painful and sweet torture...

Without being disturbed, Qing Mang slept extremely comfortably.

With the soft and comfortable bed and the smell of Lu Yanmu, Qingmang feels that life has reached its peak in such an environment.

When I opened my eyes again, night had fallen, and there was only a warm light left in the room, like a beam of light, warm and warm shining on the whole room, although it was dim, there was no panic.

I stretched my waist, and after a nap, I felt smooth and relaxed all over.

This point, it should be almost eight o'clock...

I don’t know why Lu Yanmu went there, did he eat?

Thinking about eating, I suddenly felt hungry.

I put on my shoes and went downstairs. When I passed the study, I saw that the door of the study was empty and shining with light.

Pushing a small slit to look inside, he saw Lu Yanmu frowning slightly, looking solemnly at the things piled on the tabletop.

As if there was something tricky, his face was covered with a layer of frost, and his complexion looked very bad.

Qing Mang hadn't seen him like this for a long time. It seemed that there was something on his mind, and it didn't seem to be a matter of work. For a while, he was uncertain about what he was looking at that would make him have such an expression.

Pushing the door in, he whispered: "Lu Yanmu..."

Lu Yanmu heard Qingmang's voice, raised his eyes and glanced at her, his voice faintly said, "Awake?"

When speaking, he inadvertently reached out and put away the things on the tabletop, inadvertently put it in the drawer and locked it.

Although it was an action while speaking, Qing Mang frowned slightly when he saw his action, but didn't say anything.

"Well, wake up, have you eaten?" Qing Mang asked, seeing him look like this, Yomo guessed that he must have not eaten.

If he keeps going like this, how can his stomach stand it? It must be painful again after a while. He really doesn't know how to cherish his body at all.

"Not yet, waiting for you." Before Qing Mang came over, Lu Yanmu got up and buttoned his sleeves and walked towards her.

"Let's go, go to eat first." As he walked over, he grabbed her waist and led her directly to the door.