You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

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

She vaguely remembered that she had a cold in the morning. After eating breakfast, she drank ginger water and went back to her room to lie down. How could she be like this when she was lying down?

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

Lu Yanmu reached out and touched her forehead, then pressed it against his forehead, and then his expression softened, Xu Mo said you have a fever.

Fever? Qingmang was a little stunned, Isn't it a cold?

In the morning, it didn't seem to be that serious. Why did I get a fever after I slept?

I had a fever in the morning, and I didn't deal with it in time. That's why it was delayed. Lu Yanmu raised his eyes to look at the drip, and followed the line.

I thought it would be good to drink some ginger water and cover it for a while. When Qingmang spoke, he was a little weak.

The next time you feel uncomfortable, remember to say it in time, and ask Xu Mo to come and take a look. Lu Yanmu said with a gloomy face, and said in a stern voice.

I see. Qingmang replied in a weak voice, knowing that he was wrong.

Licking her lips, she felt a little dry. Before she could say she wanted a drink, Lu Yanmu had already held a glass and brought it close to her lips.

How do you know that I want to drink water? Qingmang felt a little shocked at such a tacit understanding.

Lu Yanmu glanced at Qingmang, his eyes were full of I don't know what you were thinking.

Qingmang glanced at the glass, then looked at Lu Yanmu's expression, and suddenly wanted to be hypocritical, I can't reach...

Lu Yanmu frowned slightly, with a little nervousness between his brows: It's very uncomfortable? Do you want Xu Mo to come over and take a look?

No, I just feel that I have no strength in my whole body, and I have no strength to even speak. Even if I have a straw, I can't breathe. Qingmang's weak voice sounded very pitiful.

Coupled with a pitiful look, it just looks a little unbearable.

Lu Yanmu frowned and looked at Qingmang, reached out to help her up, and leaned on his shoulder: Will this be better?

When Qingmang heard this sentence, Lu Yanmu rolled his eyes in his heart. At this time, he shouldn't have said directly: Shall I feed you? ! ! !

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

You feed me. Qingmang pouted and opened his mouth softly.

If she didn't understand the meaning, she would really doubt Lu Yanmu's IQ.

Only then did Lu Yanmu suddenly realize what Qingmang meant. He looked at her helplessly. If it wasn't for her sick and weak appearance, he might have really knocked on her.

Helpless is helpless, who made him completely unable to resist Gu.

First he took a sip by himself, then his thin lips covered Qingmang's cherry lips and crossed the water.

At this time, Qingmang is like a crop that has been dry for a long time. When the water slides down the throat, it is extremely comfortable, removing the chapped, and even the lips are relieved.

After feeding a glass of water, Lu Yanmu asked in a calm voice, Are you still drinking?

Qingmang nodded, Drink!

Such a gentle Lu Yanmu is rare, and he has to take advantage of the sickness to feel it, and he may not have this opportunity in the future.

Lu Yanmu leaned on a pillow behind her, then hugged her against the edge of the bed, and then got up to pour the water.

When Lu Yanmu poured the water, Qingmang suddenly reacted, the cold seems to be contagious? !