Ye Siming's long eyebrows frowned slightly, and his eyes were drooping black light and depth.
A hint of suspicious rosy gleam on his cool face.
"No." The simple word "No." was said firmly by Ye Siming.
Gu Nuoer sighed in a low voice with helpless look on her face.
"Brother Si Ming, why are you more difficult than when you were three years old! But if you don't dissipate the heat, won't you always feel uncomfortable?"
Ye Siming rested for a moment and suddenly said, "Maybe eating candy will make you feel better."
Gu Nuoer was stunned and spread his hands: "Nuobao is five years old, but he is not a child who brings candy anytime and anywhere. I only eat one in five days now! I haven't brought it today!"
Ye Siming suddenly held her little wrist.
Her slender fingertips touched her pink lips.
"Can you eat here?"
Gu Nuoer widened her eyes and covered her mouth with her two small hands.
The little nipples were buzzing: "Brother Si Ming, the nest is really not delicious!"
When she was in the Yaochi, she heard Uncle God of Food say it!
People in the mortal world like to eat spicy fish soaks, cold fish mouths, and fish scales!
Woo woo, Brother Si Ming won’t learn bad things from anyone!
Ye Siming's wolf ears actually drooped!
A trace of indescribable emotions rolled in his dark and deep eyes, which made Gu Nuoer feel that he looked a little helpless and pitiful.
"Can't you taste it?" Ye Siming asked in a low voice.
He was probably so hot that he was drowsy that he subconsciously lowered his head and placed it on Gu Nuoer's small shoulders and neck.
Ye Siming's voice was low and silence: "Is it really impossible? Am I not doing well? Gu Nuoer? Can't I give this reward?"
Gu Nuoer frowned pitifully.
In her big eyes, there was a shimmering wave and confusion.
Brother Si Ming is so pitiful!
Finally, Gu Nuoer carefully stretched out his little finger.
She closed her eyes as if she was reluctant to the pain: "You can't do your mouth, my little finger, I can barely eat Brother Ba Siming for you.
Otherwise, if I lose my mouth, I will not be able to talk to you in the future. My little finger is gone... I can still grow a trumpet..."
Although she is not sure.
Ye Siming raised his head and watched the little guy do this for him.
His eyes were swept away, and instead he was chuckling.
"Idiot," Ye Siming grabbed her little wrist and pulled her into his arms: "I lied to you."
Gu Nuoer suddenly realized, she raised her head and looked at Ye Siming's face, with a slight sense of illness.
However, the eyes were shining with depth, black and dazzling, and a faint smile was hidden.
The little guy immediately put his hips on his hips and scolded me in a slight voice: "Okay, Brother Siming, I can sacrifice my little finger for you, you actually lied to me!
It seems that the nest must be cruel to you too! You take off your clothes! The nest must be wiped and cooled down for you!"
After saying that, Gu Nuoer pulled Ye Siming's clothes with his little hand again.
The boy quickly pushed his palm to stop him.
Ye Siming held his strength again, fearing that the little guy would be overthrown by him and somersaulted.
The two were in a stalemate, and in the end, Ye Siming and Gu Nuoer were sweating profusely.
But it was also at this time that Ye Siming felt much better.
The forehead was not as hot as before, and the evil power in the body gradually subsided.
Ye Siming hugged Gu Nuoer who was muttering and scolding him tightly in his arms.
He listened to her chattering.
When his throat moved, he let out a low and happy smile.