You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

Hearing what Gu Qingmang said, Lu Yanmu slowly retracted his gaze, and when he looked at her, his usual coldness was restored.

Yeah. Lu Yanmu replied lightly, and moved Qingmang to the seat next to him. What's the matter? He raised his eyes and glanced at Song Yuan, with a bit of displeasure in his eyes.

Song Yuan raised the bag in his hand, Medicine for scalding. He dared to make a promise, if he broke in and disturbed the third master to rest, he would probably be repaired badly.

Lu Yanmu turned his head to look at Gu Qingmang, with a straight face, frowning slightly, his eyes fell on her hand, a large area of ​​red and swollen, and even looked a little wrinkled.

He waved to Song Yuan, grabbed Qingmang's hand and looked at it carefully, with a cold face and a rather displeased tone, No medicine?

Qingmang bowed his head a little guilty, and said weakly, No...

She wanted to apply medicine, but Naihe ran into such an unreliable school doctor. If Teacher Zhao was to treat it, it would be fine. She was afraid that her hands would be ruined.

While speaking, Song Yuan had already brought the ointment, and then consciously went out and closed the door, leaving room for the two of them.

To be honest, such a gentle third master really only appears in front of Gu Qingmang.

Lu Yanmu looked at her with a serious expression, his black eyes as deep as a cold pool showed a trace of danger, his body exuded a sense of oppression, and a coldness spread from his body to the surrounding.

Qingmang noticed the change in the atmosphere, and instantly realized that Lu Yanmu seemed to be angry?

She had only seen him angry, but it was very rare. So when he was angry, was this what he looked like?

Lu Yanmu, are you angry? Qingmang put his little head close to him and saw him with a straight face and his handsome eyebrows knit together, making the already cold person look more like an iceberg.

Lu Yanmu stared at her without speaking, his brows were displeased.

Hey, this arrogant man.

Qingmang stretched out a small hand and gently pressed his eyebrows, his voice soft and waxy, Don't be angry, it will not look good when you are angry. The originally beautiful facial features will all be deformed when you get angry.

Listening to Gu Qingmang's words, Lu Yanmu was unmoved, but twisted even more.

Qingmang pouted, Do you know what I like most about you?

Lu Yanmu just stared at her without speaking.

Qingmang didn't care, stared at his eyes, and said slowly: I like your face the most, um... If this face is not good-looking, maybe...

Before Qingmang's words were finished, the man was turned in a different direction, and his wrist was tightly grasped by the man, as if he had lost his strength, and it was a little painful.

What did you say?! Lu Yanmu said in a low voice, without any ups and downs in his tone, it was more like the wind was light and the clouds were calm, but it fell into the ears of the listener, but there were countless knives and axes mixed invisibly, coming towards you.

Qingmang raised his eyes to look at Lu Yanmu, his whole body was covered with a layer of gloom, and he looked at her with a gloomy look. There were terrifying waves under his black eyes, and his whole body exuded an icy chill, with a danger of infiltrating people. At that time, he looked like a Rakshasa Yama who grasped life and death.

Seeing him like this, it is probably clear that Lu Yanmu is a sign of anger, and she seems to have annoyed Lu Yanmu.

If she had been in her previous life, she would have been frightened and at a loss, she was even more afraid of Lu Yanmu, and even couldn't help but run away.

But in this life, she is no longer the original Gu Qingmang.