Ye Siming frowned slightly, and his lowered eyes were filled with dark light and depth.
There was a suspicious rosiness on his handsome and cold face.
"No." These two simple words were spoken by Ye Siming categorically.
Gu Nuoer looked helpless and sighed softly.
"Brother Siming, why are you more difficult to deal with than when I was three years old? But if you don't dissipate heat, won't you always feel uncomfortable?"
Ye Siming took a deep breath for a moment and suddenly said, "Maybe eating candy will make you feel better."
Gu Nuo'er was startled, and spread out her little hands: "Nobao is five years old, and he is not a child who brings candy anytime and anywhere. I only eat one every five days now! I didn't bring it today!"
Ye Siming suddenly held her little wrist.
His slender fingertips touched her pink lips.
"Can we eat here?"
Gu Nuoer's eyes widened and she covered her mouth with her two little hands.
Xiao Nai’s voice buzzed: “Brother Siming, the nest is really not delicious!”
When she was in Yaochi, she heard it from her uncle, the God of Cookery!
Mortal people like to eat spicy fish dip, cold fish mouth, and even fish scales!
Woo hoo, brother Siming couldn’t have learned bad things from someone!
Ye Siming's wolf ears actually drooped down!
There was an indescribable emotion in his dark and deep eyes, which made Gu Nuoer feel that he looked a little helpless and pitiful.
"Can't you try it?" Ye Siming asked hoarsely.
He was probably dizzy from the fever, so he subconsciously lowered his head and placed it on Gu Nuoer's small shoulder and neck.
Ye Siming's voice was low and melodious: "Is it really impossible? Am I not doing well? Gu Nuo'er? Can't I give you this reward?"
Gu Nuoer frowned pitifully.
Her big eyes were sparkling and tangled.
Brother Siming is so pitiful!
Finally, Gu Nuoer carefully stretched out her little finger.
She closed her eyes as if she was in pain: "I can't keep my mouth shut, little finger, I can't help but eat Brother Siming for you."
Otherwise, if I lose my mouth, I won’t be able to talk to you in the future. My little finger is gone...it can grow again..."
Although she wasn't sure.
Ye Siming raised his head and watched the little guy go to this extent for him.
He couldn't help but feel the gloom in his eyes disappear, replaced by a chuckle.
"Idiot," Ye Siming held her little wrist and pulled her into his arms: "I lied to you."
Gu Nuoer suddenly realized it. She raised her head and looked at Ye Siming, whose face was red and slightly sick.
However, his eyes were shining with depth, black and dazzling, hiding a slight smile.
The little guy immediately put his hands on his hips in dissatisfaction, and scolded in a sweet voice: "Wow, brother Siming, I would have sacrificed my little finger for you, but you actually lied to me!
It seems that I must be cruel to you! Take off your clothes! I must wipe and cool you down!"
After saying that, Gu Nuoer's little hand grabbed Ye Siming's shirt again.
The young man quickly pushed his palm to stop him.
Ye Siming held back his strength again, fearing that the little guy would be overturned by him.
The two were in a stalemate, and in the end, both Ye Siming and Gu Nuoer were sweating profusely.
But at this time, Ye Siming felt much better.
My forehead is no longer as hot as before, and the evil forces in my body gradually subside.
Ye Siming hugged Gu Nuoer tightly in his arms, who was muttering and scolding him.
He listened to her chatter.
His throat moved, but he let out a low and happy laugh.