You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

"What's wrong with me?" Qingmang asked in a dumb voice.

She vaguely remembered that she had a cold in the morning. After eating breakfast, she drank **** water and then went back to her room to lie down. Why did she lie down and become like this?

And looking at it this way, she seems to have a little bit of it? is it so serious?

Lu Yanmu stretched out his hand and touched her forehead, then pressed it to his forehead, only then, his expression slowed down, "Xu Mo said you have a fever."

"Fever?" Qing Mang was a little stunned. "Isn't it a cold?"

In the morning, it doesn't seem to be that serious. Why did you have a fever after a good night's sleep?

"In the morning, I had a fever, and I didn't deal with it in time. This was a delay." Lu Yanmu raised his eyes and looked at the drips, and followed the line.

"I thought it would be fine to drink some **** water to cover up for a while." Qing Mang was a little weak when he spoke.

"Next time you feel uncomfortable, remember to say it in time and tell Xu Mo to come over and take a look." Lu Yanmu said with a sullen face, and said with a sullen voice.

"I see." Qing Mang replied in a weak voice, knowing that he was wrong.

Licking her lips, they felt a little dry. Before she could say that she wanted to drink water, Lu Yanmu had already held a glass and approached her lips.

"How do you know I want to drink water?" Qing Mang felt a little shocked at such a tacit understanding.

Lu Yanmu glanced at Qingmang, his eyes were full of wondering what you think.

Qing Mang glanced at the glass, then looked at Lu Yanmu's expression, suddenly wanted to hypocritically say, "I can't reach..."

Lu Yanmujun frowned slightly, and there was a slight tension between his eyebrows: "It's uncomfortable? Would you like to let Xu Mo come over and take a look?"

"Neither, I just feel that my whole body is weak, and I feel weak even to speak, even if I have a straw, I can't **** it up." Qing Mang's delicate voice sounded very pitiful.

Coupled with a pitiful look, it seems a bit unbearable.

Lu Yanmu frowned and looked at Qingmang, stretched out his hand to support her, and leaned on his shoulder: "Will this be better?"

Qing Mang rolled his eyes to Lu Yanmu when he heard these words. At this time, he shouldn't directly say: Shall I feed you? ! ! !

Forget it, if you encounter Lu Yanmu who can't turn his head occasionally, just pick it out.

"You feed me." Qingmang pouted his mouth, softly speaking.

If she doesn't understand this, she really has to doubt Lu Yanmu's IQ.

Only then did Lu Yanmu suddenly reacted to what Qingmang meant, and looked at her helplessly. If it weren't for her weak and sick appearance, she might really knock.

Helplessness is helplessness, who made him completely incapable of resisting classmate Gu.

First he took a sip, and then covered his thin lips with the green cherry lips, and swept the water over.

Qingmang is like crops that have been dry for a long time now. It is moisturized. When the water slides through the throat, it is extremely comfortable. The chappedness is removed, and even the lips are relieved.

After feeding a glass of water, Lu Yanmu asked in a calm voice, "Will you drink it?"

Qing Mang nodded, "Drink!"

Such a gentle Lu Yanmu is rare. You have to feel it while you are sick, and you may not have this chance in the future.

Lu Yanmu leaned against a pillow behind her, and then hugged her against the edge of the bed before he got up and poured the water.

When Lu Yanmu poured the water, Qingmang suddenly reacted. It seems that a cold is contagious? !