You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

On the way back, Lu Yanmu was a little absent-minded or awkward. He glanced at the hand holding the steering wheel from time to time, and couldn't help but shake his hand.

Qingmang saw Lu Yanmu's abnormality, held his hand, and asked softly, "What's the matter?"

Lu Yanmu frowned Zou's brows, and wanted to get out of Qingmang's hand, but Qingmang held it tightly, unable to pull it out.

"Qing Mang, let go." Lu Yanmu said in a low voice.

Qing Mang didn't understand why he behaved like this, it was very abnormal, and he pulled his hand, "What's the matter?"

Lu Yanmu frowned slightly, a hint of irritability appeared between his eyebrows.

Qing Mang held Lu Yanmu's hand back with both hands and stroked the back of his hand, "What's wrong with you?"

Eyes stared at his face, wanting to get some answers from it, but the whole process was an iceberg face, but there was no expression leaking out, and there was a hint of impatience.

The line of sight went all the way down, and after a red mark on the back of his hand, he instantly reflected what it was.

I forgot that Lu Yanmu has a habit of cleanliness. When she came to the night bar, she saw Lu Yanmu always wipe the back of her hands with the disinfectant tablets. Should it be the place where the girl accidentally touched?

So he kept shaking his hand just now, and he would be irritable because he thought of the place on the back of his hand that was touched?

Just tell her directly about this kind of thing, and she won't do anything to him, at least she won't make fun of him.

Youyou sighed, with a look of helplessness, this man, after all, was too arrogant to say anything.

He stretched his hand to open the drawer in the car, took out a pack of wet tissues from it, pulled his hand across, and wiped it directly on the back of his hand.

He carefully wiped his hand carefully, even his fingers, and then gently kissed the slightly red and swollen area after wiping, and asked softly: "Do you still feel awkward? ?"

Lu Yanmu's originally tense nerves slowed down a bit because of what Qingmang did. He glanced at Qingmang with a peripheral light. The head of the silent heart was thrown down by a stone, and the ripples spread out a little bit. Open.

Holding Qingmang's small hand with his backhand, he said in a calm voice, "No."

With her kisses, how could there be awkward or uncomfortable thoughts.

With a slight smile on Qingmang’s face, he knew that this trick was useful, but in a heart like Lu Yanmu, he didn’t know what to call it in science. It shouldn’t be a psychopath. It’s just an addiction to mental cleanliness, even if he knows nothing. What is different.

"Lu Yanmu, if I don't come, will you just wear your own skin and not give up?" Qing Mang thought it was very possible.

If he wiped it down like this, he would definitely scratch his hand, and when he saw it red, he felt very distressed.

Sometimes I really don't know what to do with him. It stands to reason that he has a cleanliness affair with other women. She should be happy, but if something happens to her in the future, who else can walk with him?

He should have a normal life, with loving and harmonious husband and wife, filial wife and son, father and mother kind, with a few children to accompany him, and then slowly grow old together, instead of always being lonely as he is now.

His appearance is very distressed. Even for Lu Yanmu's sake in this life, he must protect himself from accidents.

It is already God's blessing to do it again, and it will not do it again for the third time. Whether it is for yourself or for him, you should live well.