You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

Maybe it's time to do it again, it's time for her to make up, smelling the familiar fragrance of pine wood, and then it's a good night's sleep.

Lu Yanmu listened to the even breathing sound next to her, and the girl's various abnormalities tonight came to mind one by one, and there was no sleep after that.

...

"what!"

Gu Qingmang was awakened from the dream, and the cold sweat wetted her entire back. It was obviously summer, but it made her as cold as an ice cellar.

Thinking of the various things in the previous life, even her fingers were trembling, she didn't want to experience it again!

Twisted under the sheets, under his eyes, there was a cold, bitter cold, a determination carved in the bones.

The door was suddenly opened, and the tall figure of the man greeted him.

After seeing the person who came in, Gu Qingmang felt a sudden pain in his heart, tears filled his eyes, and whispered, "Lu Yanmu..."

Lu Yanmu, who was still in the study explaining things to his subordinates, heard this stern cry, his eagle eyes closed, his expression serious, he got up and rushed to the bedroom, his usual steady pace, he seemed a little hurried.

After opening the door, he saw Gu Qingmang sweating profusely and his expression was horrified. Under his eyes were determination and strangeness that he had never seen before.

Hearing her desperate yelling, her feet stagnated, she quickly stepped forward, took the girl in her arms, and patted her behind her, "What's the matter?"

The girl in her arms cried silently, nestled on his chest, crying fiercely like a drowning man clutching the straw.

After a while, the shirt was wet with tears, but the girl in her arms didn't mean to stop, but because of his comfort, there were signs of crying and fierceness.

Song Yuan, who was just behind Lu Yanmu, stood outside the door and saw the sight, and he was stunned and couldn't help but open his mouth wide.

He has been with the master for so long, and he also dealt with Miss Gu. Which time did she not resist the master's contact.

How did the young lady turn her temper? Can you still cry with your master?

The master who has always been cold and frosty can still have such a gentle time?

Lu Yanmu noticed the glare at the door and swept away his head coldly. Song Yuan instantly retracted his gaze, staring at the floor under his feet and dared not look any more.

Well, I knew it was such a consequence...

In front of Miss Gu, the master who has always killed the decisive and wise martial artist has never had a principle.

After a long time, the girl in her arms finally stopped crying, sobbed and raised her head, looked at that handsome face, and said to Lu Yanmu, "Your shirt was soiled by me..."

"It's worthless." The man couldn't afford to speak up.

Song Yuan sent him a speechless look: Master, please touch your conscience and say it again.

The shirt you are wearing is almost worth my one month's salary.

Lu Yanmu swept away coldly, with an obvious warning.

Song Yuan instantly lowered his head and stared at the leather shoes on the soles of his feet, okay, when I didn't know anything.

Gu Qingmang naturally knows how much the clothes he wears all over his body are burning money, but well, she won't be ignorant.

If she wants revenge, she must first hold the thigh of the man in front of her tightly.

To hug a man's thigh, the first thing to do is to have a good relationship with him.

"Why don't you take it off and I'll wash it for you?" Gu Qingmang blinked his eyes and spoke carefully.

Lu Yanmu's hand stiffened, and he looked at her with a probing look. Similarly, Song Yuan's eyes widened, with a **** expression.

Gu Qingmang was so heartbroken by these two eyes that he murmured: "If you don't want to, it's okay..."