You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

Qingmang's little hand rested on Lu Yanmu's chest, raised his upper body lightly, and kissed the Adam's apple directly with his cherry lips.

When the warm lips were covering the Adam's apple, Luyin only felt her head bang, something in her body was blown open, and her blood flowed down uncontrollably.

Lu Yanmu rolled over and directly pressed Qingmang under him, looked at her with deep eyes, and said in a low and sexy voice, Pissed off?

Qingmang didn't show any shyness at all. She had such thoughts in the first place. Seeing through the restlessness hidden in the man's eyes, Qingmang's lips curled into a smile.

He stretched out his small hand and gently twirled it on his chest, and said in a charming voice, Don't you know...

The next words were not finished yet, all of them were sealed in Lu Yanmu's mouth.

Lu Yanmu's kiss was fierce and ruthless, not even with the movements of his hands.

Qingmang's little hand clenched the man's sleeve, passively enduring the violent emotional tide, and then it turned the clouds into the rain...

When the alarm clock rang the next day, Qingmang only felt a little sore all over, but her body was refreshing.

Thinking about it, Lu Yanmu helped her clean up after last night.

Thinking of what happened last night, Qingmang's cheeks turned slightly red.

Lu Yanmu became more and more indulgent, and his movements became less gentle every time. He wanted to make her die, and it was uncomfortable.

When I looked to the side, there was no one there, and the sheets were all neat and tidy.

When his feet touched the ground, Qingmang almost didn't kneel directly.

Well, the result of the indulgence is the person she seduced first.

After taking a slow shower, Qingmang went downstairs, and Lu Yanmu had almost finished his breakfast.

Seeing that her steps were unsteady and somewhat vain, she took a few steps forward and helped her sit down.

Why don't you sleep for a while? Lu Yanmu looked at the time and didn't expect Qingmang to get up so early.

I still have class in the morning. Qingmang replied in a shallow voice.

Lu Yanmu made too much trouble last night, and she cried and begged Lu Yanmu for mercy later, but in exchange for the man's ferocity again and again, it was a little uncomfortable to shout at the back.

Lu Yanmu poured milk for Qingmang and put it in front of him. He heard that her voice was a little dull, and asked, Does your throat hurt?

Qingmang's face suddenly turned red while drinking the milk, and nodded lightly: Yeah.

According to the level of last night, can her voice be uncomfortable?

The difference in physical strength between men and women is very obvious. It is clearly not her who contributes, but she is the one who loses first.

However, Lu Yanmu's physical strength, she has experienced it and knows, under normal circumstances, it is really difficult for him to end so quickly.

According to the battle situation last night, Qingmang felt that he didn't want to take the initiative in the past two days, so he could save himself a little energy.

I have something to do in the morning. I'll take you to school in Song Yuan. Lu Yanmu explained to Qingmang his whereabouts.

Qingmang nodded and responded lightly.

Qingmang thought that since he had to come back every day, it would not be very good for Lu Yanmu to leave early. Song Yuan, as Lu Yanmu's right-hand man, couldn't let him be a full-time driver.

After thinking about it, he said, Or I'll drive by myself.

She can't be taken care of all the time, and with a car, it's easier to move around.

Lu Yanmu pondered for a while, and said somewhat uncertainly, You can drive?

As for other cars, she can drive, but this physical car seems a little uncertain.