You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

At this moment, he couldn't blame himself for not being able to be by her side.

When Qingmang heard Lu Yanmu's words, he wanted to cry for a moment. What should he do? His voice was so gentle that he couldn't hold back his emotions.

After taking the phone away for a while, I sniffed hard, put away the urge to cry, and tried my best to suppress my emotions so as not to cry.

Well, it's actually nothing, don't worry, I wasn't injured, I just scratched my skin. Looking at the bleeding wound, Qingmang decided to hide Lu Yanmu.

In fact, she didn't want Lu Yanmu to worry too much.

If Lu Yanmu knew what was going on in her heart, there was no guarantee that Lu Yanmu would rush over overnight. He had also done such a thing in his previous life.

If in the past, she could still act like a spoiled child in his arms and let her temper, but now, Lu Yanmu loves her.

Now, take a picture and show it to me. Lu Yanmu said calmly, clearly not believing what Qingmang said.

Well...don't... Qingmang refused.

If Lu Yanmu took a picture for him to see, he would definitely blow up.

Qingmang... Lu Yanmu's words were full of helplessness.

Do you know how worried he is?

I know you're worried, but I'm really fine. If something happens, I'll definitely try to howl with you. Qingmang said with certainty, and then added: You have to believe, I'm just a little injured. A minor illness, someone who has to cry with you.

When Qingmang spoke, he spoke in a very relaxed tone.

Lu Yanmu was extremely helpless. Knowing Qingmang's character, if he didn't want to tell him, he wouldn't even talk to him if he was killed.

Take good care of the wound, don't get infected, if you can't fix it, call Ji Jinchen directly. Lu Yanmu opened his mouth and explained.

Got it, how could this little injury stumped me? Qingmang replied playfully.

Okay, it's very late, you should go to rest, don't stay up late! I'm going to bed after taking a shower, so I'll be busy tomorrow. I love you, good night.

After speaking, Qingmang hung up the phone without giving Lu Yanmu a chance to answer.

If she continued, she would definitely have to cry.

After sniffing, Qingmang was crippled with a crippled leg. He searched through the box and the cabinet, but found that he didn't bring any ointment.

Sure enough, she was too confident in herself, believing that she would not have any problems?

Looking at the time, it was almost twelve o'clock. At this point, the pharmacy was closed, and now, she did not dare to go out at will.

Looking at the wound that had stopped bleeding a little, Qingmang took two tissues, dipped it in some water, and then wiped it up.

Halfway through the wipe, the doorbell rang suddenly.

Qingmang's brows were slightly wrinkled, he didn't know who would come after this.

He limped to the door and asked in a low voice, Who?

It's me, Ji Jinchen.

Qingmang was a little surprised, and then he opened the door and let him in.

As soon as Ji Jinchen entered the door, he handed her a white plastic bag.

Qingmang was stunned and took a look, and found that there were some ointments inside.

Why did you send these over? Qingmang was a little puzzled.

Could it be that Lu Yanmu called Ji Jinchen and asked him to come over to help deal with the wound?

Is it so sweet? I can't help but feel some sweetness in my heart.