Ye Siming frowned slightly, his face was cold, and there was a hint of confusion in his thin eyes.
One of his hands slowly came up to cover his abdomen.
Gu Nuoer blinked his dark eyes, his face full of innocence: "Brother Siming, I am not strong enough and I can't hurt you at all. Please don't blackmail me!"
Ye Siming's face gradually calmed down.
He opened his thin lips and said two words: "There is a needle."
Needle!?
Gu Nuoer was surprised and confused.
I saw Ye Siming pull out a short, slender needle from the clothes around his waist.
The little guy was stunned when he saw it.
"Huh?" She blinked her long eyelashes twice curiously.
Sudden!
Gu Nuoer remembered something.
She raised her little hand to check.
The mechanism ring that the Eighth Prince had made for her before was still on her finger.
The two older brothers, the Eighth Prince and the Tenth Prince, wanted to give the little guys a chance to protect themselves.
Therefore, the tenth prince dipped a silver needle into medicinal powder and hid it in the ring!
He must have accidentally pressed the mechanism just now, and it actually stabbed Ye Siming directly into his abdomen!
Fortunately it's not deep, since the needle is short after all, but it's just a prick, so I don't know if the medicine has gone in?
The little guy forgot to cry, and his tearful eyes gradually became only black and shiny.
"This...Brother Siming, do you feel anything strange now?"
Gu Nuoer was anxious: "Brother Ten just changed the fine needle in my ring for me not long ago."
However, he didn't seem to say what the effect of the medicine was this time!
The little guy couldn't help but think of the time when the second brother was accidentally poisoned by the medicine of the tenth brother, and he immediately fainted and then talked a lot of nonsense.
Brother Siming doesn’t know how to use traditional Chinese medicine, right?
Gu Nuoer looked at Ye Siming nervously and caringly with her big, round eyes.
Seeing this, Ye Siming raised his long eyebrows and chuckled.
Fortunately, the little thing is not angry anymore.
Gu Nuoer opened her dark eyes in confusion: "Brother Siming, you can still laugh!"
"If my tenth brother's drug doesn't cost your life, it will cost you your face. You will tell nonsense later and you will be embarrassed!"
Ye Siming leaned over, gently held her little hand, and pushed the silver needle into its slot.
The young man's tone was relaxed and calm, with a hint of scornful fearlessness.
"No medicine in this world can hurt me. Don't be afraid. The most important thing is that you don't get angry."
Gu Nuoer looked at him hesitantly, and the little guy stood on tiptoe and looked at him for a long time.
After confirming that Ye Siming did not faint immediately like his second brother Gu Zitang, he felt a little relieved.
She pouted and said, "Brother Siming, then we are even this time."
"You misunderstood me, but I accidentally hurt you. Can we reconcile? I don't want to lose you as a good friend."
As he spoke, Gu Nuoer took the initiative to stretch out his little finger and carefully hooked Ye Siming's fingertips.
The little guy raised his head, blinked his rippling eyes, and looked at Ye Siming weakly and pitifully.
The young man lowered his head and looked at her who was as delicate as jade, bright and lovely.
The throbbing in my heart was like thunder.
She just said she didn't want to lose him.
Suddenly, Ye Siming took Gu Nuoer's hand, pulled her gently, and hugged her suddenly.
Gu Nuo'er made a sound of ah-wu.
She only felt that the wolf in front of her was hugging her very hard.
Ye Siming also used the same method he used to care for Nuo'er just now, gently rubbing her soft face twice.
"I don't want to lose you either, Gu Nuo'er." His low and somewhat pleasant voice sounded in his ears.
Ye Siming lowered his head and muttered: "I really don't want to."