Under the sunset, Ye Siming's eyes were filled with a handsome coldness.
He held the little guy in both hands, his posture remained unchanged, as if he had no intention of agreeing.
Ling Tianyin said calmly: "Xiao Nuoer just told me that you are going back to Daqi soon."
"Let me hold her, otherwise you will be back when you leave."
Ye Siming glanced at Ling Tianyin's expression with a cold look.
"Turn around." His tone was cold.
Ling Tianyin hurriedly did as he did, and Ye Siming helped him and put Gu Nuoer on his back and lay down.
After this series of slight movements, Gu Nuoer, who was not asleep, muttered slightly twice.
"Um... have you arrived home?" She rubbed her eyes with her little hands and asked in a daze.
Ling Tianyin replied in a stern voice: "A little while left, let's continue to sleep."
Gu Nuoer woke up without feeling panic when she heard his voice.
Instead, he claped his little head and leaned against his shoulder.
A little person, a soft ball.
How great would it be if this was his daughter.
Ling Tianyin walked slowly, and looked at the gaze ahead with a complicated moment.
What is Gu Yihan's life?
How can you be better than him?
Ye Siming followed slowly, looking lazy and relaxed.
When it's about to night, the sky is the most beautiful.
The sunset that has not yet completely sunk into the mountains has rendered the last colorful romance in the sky, and the night that is about to rise will also burn out the dark blue.
A little star has risen, and the moon blinks mischievously.
The evening breeze blows through the clothes of several people.
On the palace road, Ling Tianyin looked very tall with Gu Nuoer's shadow on his back.
"Emperor Ling..." Gu Nuoer suddenly spoke softly, his voice was extremely sleepy, "I'm going home, I'm so worried about you."
Ling Tianyin was stunned at first, then couldn't help but pursed his lips in a moving way: "Oh, Xiao Nuoer, then you don't want to leave, stay here to be my daughter."
Gu Nuoer's little head changed direction and lay down: "That won't work. I'm already Dad's baby daughter in this life."
"I just feel sorry for your difficulties. It is difficult for the emperor to do your part, and it is also difficult for him to be surrounded by enemies... It's great that you can hold on!"
Ling Tianyin was quite moved.
But, how can I think about it carefully, and it doesn’t sound like a compliment?
Gu Nuoer closed her eyes, and her curled eyelashes cast shadows on her white porcelain-like skin.
She was still muttering: "Well, after all, the chaos in Xili is like a mess, and Emperor Ling dares to yell at my father to confront me."
"What a great courage!"
Ling Tianyin's face turned black.
Confirmed, this is not a good thing.
He was about to say that he was not much worse than Gu Yihan.
Gu Nuoer spoke again, his voice soft: "But Emperor Ling, you are really good to me and are very reasonable."
"When I grow up, I will come back to see you often, Xili's godfather!"
Ling Tianyin suddenly stopped in his footsteps.
A surprise gaze burst out from his thin eyes.
"What? Xiao Nuoer? What did you call me!"
But the little guy refused to shout again, and she lay tightly on Ling Tianyin's shoulder.
"Stop making noise, I'm going to sleep!"
Afterwards, no matter how Ling Tianyin asked, the little guy seemed to fall asleep.
But even so, Ling Tianyin was already very satisfied.
He even made his steps much lighter.
Ye Siming looked sideways and looked at Ling Tianyin with a cold expression.
The boy only felt that Ling Tianyin's face was filled with joy of "stolen the child successfully".