She only weakly raised a milky white hand and gently touched Ye Siming's head.
That action was like comforting a big dog.
"That's right, Brother Qisiming, I will never run around again from now on, I'll give you four!"
The little girl's voice was waxy, with a cry that appeared due to abdominal pain. She was aggrieved, her speech was not clear, and she could hear the sound of milk.
She did not forget to hold up three soft little fingers to express her determination.
However, after the severe abdominal pain just passed, the little guy became very weak.
It’s not easy to use magic in front of Ye Siming.
The way she pursed her lips and wanted to cry but was holding back made Ye Siming feel extremely distressed.
Mortals are really too fragile, especially Gu Nuoer.
He blamed himself a little.
Just now, it was probably too cruel.
He slowly lowered his head and gently pressed his face and lips to the intersection of Gu Nuoer's neck and shoulders.
Ye Siming's movements were very gentle and extremely soothing.
He lightly rubbed the soft flesh on her shoulder with the tip of his nose, smelling the sweet and soft milky fragrance.
"Does it still hurt, huh?"
Gu Nuoer wiped her tears with her small hands, her eyes were big, washed by tears, and looked even redder.
She shook her head, her voice still a little hoarse.
"Brother Siming, give me a hug~ We are still good friends~"
Ye Siming easily turned her over, held her in his arms, and gently pressed her slender palms on her belly.
Gu Nuoer soon felt comfortable and sleepy.
Finally, the little guy's pink little fingers grabbed Ye Siming's shirt.
In a very dependent and loving way, she leaned tightly into his arms.
Until now, the stone in Ye Siming's heart seemed to have suddenly fallen to the ground.
It turned out that he thought the safest thing was for someone to bring cooked food to the room every day.
Take care of him like Mrs. Bai did.
Now, he seemed to understand something.
The most stable feeling was when Gu Nuoer was in his arms, sleeping soundly.
She trusts him very much.
Ye Siming lowered his eyes and looked quietly at the little man's sleeping face.
He smiled softly.
Suddenly, there was a hint of gentleness in Qing Ling's cold eyes.
…
Early in the morning, Jiang Xiaoran walked out of the house carrying the birdcage and holding his hands behind his back.
On days when the Chinese Academy of Chinese Studies was not in session, he would either go out drinking with friends, or go to the flower and bird market to choose interesting toys.
As soon as he left the house that day, he was stopped by a figure.
Jiang Xiaoran looked at the person in front of him, rubbed his eyes, and then looked at the sky.
He said with great confusion: "The sun has not come out in the west, so is it my eyesight? How can I see Siming standing in front of me?"
Ye Siming cooled his eyes and looked at a fool: "That's me."
Jiang Xiaoran was surprised: "You! You actually came to me! It's so early! I'm not dreaming!"
His whining made Ye Siming frown calmly.
"Stop being so noisy. Last time you said that there is a summer resort on the outskirts of Beijing. What's the scenery like there? Is it nice?"
When Jiang Xiaoran heard this, he immediately became energetic.
"That goes without saying! The one recommended by Mr. Benjiang must be a great place with stunning scenery and unique gameplay. What do you think? Do you want to go?"
Ye Siming pursed his lips and nodded after a moment.
"If I go, when can I leave?"
"Now! I'll arrange a carriage and we can leave at any time!"
Ye Siming said solemnly: "No need, take my carriage. I will go to the palace to pick up Gu Nuoer later."