You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

Just when she was poking her head with the pen, Lu Yanmu reached out and took her pen, turned the notebook, and began to write and draw on it.

Qingmang was holding his cheeks while watching the writing and sternly solving the exercises. His well-jointed hands and strong handwriting were very suitable for Lu Yanmu.

While Qingmang was looking at his hand, Lu Yanmu had already written down the steps to solve the problem. He turned the book around and handed it to her. have a look.

Qingmang retracted the rest of his thoughts, browsed through what he had written, and suddenly realized that he patted his head. Her pig brain, she didn't think of this method.

Leaning over and snorted on his face, he said, Thank you. Then he excitedly went to do his own exercises.

Lu Yanmu didn't speak, just sat quietly next to her, occasionally watching her homework, occasionally flipping through her textbook, and more often, watching her.

Qingmang, who devoted himself to the exercises, was completely unaware of this. Naturally, he missed Lu Yanmu at this time, how gentle he was, and how doting he looked at her.

When Qingmang finished finishing a paper, he let out a long sigh of relief and stretched his waist. He felt refreshed and even his mood improved a lot, but it was just too much brain power consumption.

Looking up at Lu Yanmu, he found that he was standing at the window and looking out, the sun was shining on him, and his figure was a little lonely.

lonely? Qingmang couldn't believe it and rubbed his eyes, how could Lu Yanmu be lonely? But at this time, he seemed to have that feeling.

He walked over lightly, put his arms around his waist, leaned his head behind his back, and asked softly, What's wrong?

When the girl came into contact with him, her thoughts instantly returned to her senses, she grasped the small hands, and said lightly, It's nothing.

Qingmang rubbed his head against him, Is it really okay?

Why doesn't it look like it's okay? Whether it was in the past life or this life, Lu Yanmu had too much burden on him, and he felt a little distressed for no reason.

Lu Yanmu turned around and put her in his arms, patted her lightly, It's okay, don't think too much.

Qingmang arched into his arms, but didn't ask any more questions, just hugged him tighter.

For a man like Lu Yanmu, dignity is more important than anything else. As his woman, he can only give him warmth. As for the rest, he can only bear it.

Lu Yanmu put his head on top of Qingmang's head, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, his icy expression gradually eased.

Maybe some things are not so hard to let go after seeing them.

Qingmang felt a little sad in his heart when he heard his heartbeat at this time. Although they can often get tired of being together, the gap in their hearts has always been there.

Many things choose to ignore, not because they don't exist, but because they don't want to tell the truth. Maybe after telling the truth, even the current warmth is not there.

Lu Yanmu, you must know that I've always been here. Qingmang buried his face in his chest and murmured.

Lu Yanmu hugged her without saying a word or expressing anything else, but his tighter and tighter hands showed his mood at this time.

After a long pause, Lu Yanmu loosened up a bit, Let's go eat, and pick something after eating. He patted Qingmang's back and motioned her to let go.

Qingmang hummed, and after rubbing it again, he let go of his hand and put it on his arm, Let's go.