You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

"If you don't even have confidence in this, how can you be your woman." When Qing Mang spoke, he was very confident.

Just kidding, getting along for so long, if she didn't even have this confidence, how could she still get along today? It must be.

"Heh." Lu Yanmu chuckled lightly, but he was in a good mood because of these words.

Qing Mang had a sweet smile on his face, perhaps because of Lu Yanmu, his mood became better.

"Come and sit down, don't stand." Qing Mang called Lu Yanmu over, wanting him to sit together.

Lu Yanmu slowed down for a while, stomped over, stopped in front of her, and asked, "Where do you want me to sit?"

"Hmm..." Qing Mang glanced around, and suddenly found that there seemed to be no extra seats, and there was only one wicker chair on the balcony, which was occupied by her.

This wicker chair was because she let her subordinates stay here some time ago. The reason is that she often hangs around in Lu Yanmu's bedroom or study, and she spends less time in her own room.

Every time I come back on weekends, I just lie in Lu Yanmu's bedroom, and I can't drive away. Her room seems to be empty. Only when I need something, I will go in and look for it.

But, things like no seat can't be bothered by Qingmang, no seat, thighs.

Qing Mang patted his thigh very boldly. He raised his head and smiled and said to Lu Yanmu, "Come on, sit on my lap."

This posture is simply the image of a potential domineering female president, and Lu Yanmu is the person protected by the domineering female president.

This kind of contrast makes people laugh a little bit.

Lu Yanmu chuckled lightly, with a petting smile on his face. The only ones who dared to talk to him like this were really green.

Others were afraid that he was too late, so she told him to sit on his lap.

Lu Yanmu bent down, his face very close, his deep eyes fell on Qingmang's small face, looking serious.

Qing Mang was stunned by his movement, and he shrank his neck unconsciously, and blinked at him, not knowing what he wanted to do.

After a while, Qing Mang reached out and touched his nose, and asked uncomfortably, "Is there anything on my face?"

Lu Yanmu's gaze fell on her eyes first, then slowly downwards, and finally stopped on the cherry lips.

Qing Mang only felt that he was a bit inexplicable. He didn't know what he was going to do. When he wanted to speak, Lu Yanmu sealed it up with a kiss and obliterated what Qing Mang wanted to say in his throat.

Qing Mang sat on the wicker chair, putting one hand on it, putting the other hand aside first, and finally putting it lightly on Lu Yanmu's shoulder, giving all the initiative to him.

Lu Yanmu bent his body halfway, holding Qingmang's head with his big palm, and grinding between his lips and teeth a little bit, feeling the heartbeat at this moment.

At this time, the night breeze was slowly stroking the curtains, and occasionally stars adorned the night sky, making it more mysterious and unpredictable, adding a bit of throbbing mood.

When Lu Yanmu finished the kiss, Qing Mang slowly opened his eyes, and what fell was the deep eye that could penetrate her soul, as if it could see through her soul, causing her to fall involuntarily.

Qing Mang unconsciously stroked Lu Yanmu's cheek, "You must always be by my side. Without you, I think there is really nothing worthy of my nostalgia in this world."

"Lu Yanmu, I love you, I have gone eight thousand miles like a spring breeze, regardless of the return date."