Her soft palms gently brushed Ya Siming's forehead and hair.
It brings a strange feeling.
Ye Siming took a step back suddenly, gritted his teeth and said, "Why do you always touch my head?"
Gu Nuoer hugged the big pillow and blinked innocently: "I don't know, I just subconsciously thought that Brother Siming would like it very much if I did this!
Moreover, every time Nuobao does something great, my mother will pat her head and say, "Good boy!"
Like? So good?
Ye Siming's heart was beating very fast, but he didn't know why.
He simply turned his head and said coldly: "We've finished eating, why don't you leave?"
Gu Nuoer has no intention of leaving, it’s still early!
She lay down on the bed again and yawned: "Well, wait a minute, I want to stay with Brother Siming for a while longer."
As she spoke, she rolled around in her arms and found the most comfortable sleeping position.
A pair of big eyes were misty, with a smoky sleepiness. The long eyelashes closed for a while, and then slowly opened again to see if Ye Siming was still in the room.
She stretched out her little hand and put it on the edge of the bed: "Brother Siming, coax me to sleep."
Ye Siming wiped his sword without raising his head: "I can't."
"Well, then just sit over here and have a conversation with Nobao~"
Ye Siming then raised his eyes to look at her, and saw that the little guy seemed to be very sleepy, and his fleshy little hands were still moving around.
He couldn't bear it any longer, so he walked over and sat on the footrest.
"Sleep quickly." Ye Siming urged.
Gu Nuoer curled up in the quilt and looked at Ye Siming's profile. Under a pair of cold and handsome eyebrows, his starry eyes were filled with coldness, and under his straight nose were thin lips.
She said sincerely: "Brother Siming, you are so beautiful!"
Ye Siming wiped his sword and remained indifferent.
The little guy suddenly asked again, "Do you miss your family?"
The young man's hand suddenly stopped.
family?
"I don't have a home."
Gu Nuoer's voice was soft and sleepy: "Yes, Uncle Bai Yi. And me! I'm also brother Siming's family bird~"
Ye Siming said nothing, but suddenly felt a small hand on his arm.
Gu Nuoer said obediently: "Brother Siming must have been very unhappy in the past. I will protect you from now on~"
Ye Siming was startled and looked sideways, but the little guy had already half-closed his eyes due to sleepiness.
Before he could answer, he had already fallen asleep.
Ye Siming put the cleaned long sword back into its sheath, looked at Gu Nuoer's clean and fair face, and drew a cold smile on her thin lips.
When he came out of the Asura realm to fight, when he stepped on millions of bones, when the sword blade curled up and filled the sky with blood, when he was supported by all the evil spirits and became the king——
No one has the ability to protect him.
He is not a poor guy who is bullied by others, he is the evil path of Shura himself.
Ye Siming's eyes fell on the sleeping Gu Nuo'er, and saw that her face was red as she slept, and her body still smelled of milk.
He couldn't help but raise his lips and smile contemptuously.
Can this little milk bun protect him?
The quietness of the rain outside, the patter of the rain, stirred up the soft mist, turning up the hazy rouge like a sea of clouds.
It was more like Ye Siming's courtyard was isolated from the world, so quiet that only the sound of rain could be heard.
Ye Siming hasn't had such a peaceful life for a long time.
Little Nuo'er slept peacefully and peacefully on the bed, but little did he know that the young man was sitting on the footrest, his eyebrows heavy, his knees bent and holding a sword. Even he himself didn't know that this situation was like a kind of protection.
At this time, neither Gu Nuoer nor Ye Siming knew yet——
The gears of fate are turning, and they are about to have the brightest and most precious encounter in each other's lives.