His voice was low, as pleasant as a clear spring, with deep affection hidden in it.
"Just be yourself, and I will tolerate, understand, and approve the rest. But if you are willing to come to me like today after a dispute, I will be happier."
Gu Nuoer found that Ye Siming became more and more mature and steady when dealing with emotional relationships.
He kept in mind the things he heard and saw in his daily life.
It seems that the nature of wolves involves generalizing.
Ye Siming made a set of rules. When two people get along, he will pamper her unlimitedly.
Love is hot and surging, but he can never bear to burn her.
At this moment, Gu Nuoer felt as if something had sprouted deep in her heart, and her heart was itching.
She blinked her watery eyes, and the tears had faded under Ye Siming's comfort.
Only his eyes, washed by tears of true love, were brighter than usual.
"Brother Siming, I understand!"
Ye Siming raised his eyebrows: "Do you really understand? Then let me test you. What will you do next time we have a misunderstanding?"
Gu Nuo'er answered without hesitation: "Express it to brother Siming immediately! Let's keep our problems at bay!"
Now she understands it.
Rather than sulking, it seemed that telling Ye Siming directly and then listening to his explanation would be more effective.
Gu Nuoer's voice was soft and she said seriously: "Brother Siming, although I don't know anything about feelings, I will definitely learn it slowly in the future -"
"How to be your wife." When she said the last two words, her charming voice dropped slightly.
Ye Si's bright eyes darkened, and two crescent moon-like strange fires burned suddenly.
Gu Nuoer imitated his previous behavior and gently kissed him between the eyebrows.
Ye Siming lowered his cold eyes slightly, and a wanton smile suddenly appeared on his thin lips.
His eyes were gloomy, like a ferocious wolf hunting in the dark night, trying to swallow the small animal it was interested in. There was a concealed lust in his eyes.
"Gu Nuo'er, you just said I could hit you, do you still want to count?"
Gu Nuoer's beautiful eyes widened: "Really, really a beating?"
The girl was about to cry but had no tears. She pursed her lips and muttered: "You were comforting me just now. Man, huh, you change so quickly."
She said cautiously: "Then hit me, don't hit me too hard."
After she finished speaking, she closed her eyes, her long and thick eyelashes trembling wildly due to anxiety and nervousness.
Ye Siming leaned forward, hovering half an inch above her lips, and suddenly chuckled.
"Idiot." He chuckled hoarsely.
Just when Gu Nuoer was wondering, she suddenly found herself being hugged by Ye Siming.
Then the boy's sharp-jointed palm slapped her butt unceremoniously.
"Ah!" She jumped up, but was caught back by Ye Siming.
He forced her to sit on his lap and whispered: "Why are you running? You asked me to hit you."
Gu Nuoer's face turned red as if she had knocked over a whole box of rouge.
"Then you can't hit...hit me...there!"
"Where?" Ye Siming raised his eyebrows and looked at her, then gently patted her down: "What do you mean?"
Gu Nuoer whispered: "It's too much!"
Ye Siming sneered: "I'm jealous too, I'm just looking for some comfort from you."
Gu Nuoer's beautiful eyes filled with shame and anger: "Why do you want comfort so different from others!"
"It will be even more different in the future." Ye Siming suddenly raised his eyebrows and said meaningfully.
Gu Nuoer blinked her long eyelashes in confusion: "What's it like?"