As soon as he lifted his boots, he closed the door.
He put the person on the bed and covered him with the quilt again.
Gu Nuoer moved to the bed generously.
She stretched out her little hand and patted the side: "Brother Siming, you can also lie down!"
Ye Siming paused for a moment, then lowered his cold eyes to look at the little guy's porcelain-white face.
Her pair of dark eyes are clear and innocent.
There was a rustling of clothes, and Ye Siming lay beside her.
Gu Nuoer quickly grabbed a corner of the quilt with her little hands and gently covered it above his belly.
"My mother said that you should cover your belly when sleeping, otherwise you will catch cold easily."
After saying that, the little guy took the initiative to hug one of Ye Siming's arms from under the quilt.
Then she deliberately wanted to ride on him.
As soon as Naihe raised his foot, he kicked the sword on Ye Siming's waist.
The hilt of the sword is made of black iron and is very cold.
The little guy's feet were so cold that he immediately shrank back.
The small pink toes are curled up into a delicate shape like a small shell.
"it's too cold!"
Ye Siming dismantled the sword and put it aside without thinking.
He has always been vigilant.
Ever since Bai Yi gave him the sword, he rarely left his side.
Always on guard, as if it was a habit he had developed over the years.
But at this moment, he threw away his sword and pressed the little guy under the quilt.
And while tucking the quilt tightly, he asked in a low voice: "If you don't sleep, it will be dawn."
The little guy grabbed his sleeve obediently: "Brother Siming, I'm not too sleepy now. Can you tell me a story?"
"What story do you want to hear?"
Gu Nuoer lowered his eyes and thought for a while.
"Your old life."
"Before..." Ye Siming's voice was low, with a laziness that was deliberately trying to lull her to sleep.
"I used to be in the Shura realm, and out of boredom, I kept killing people."
Gu Nuoer's little body trembled and she hugged him twice.
"kill?"
Ye Siming chuckled and stroked her black hair: "Not counting humans, they are just a bunch of weird monsters."
"Um...then?"
"At the end of the battle, they proclaimed me king and allowed me to rule the Shura Realm. However, there were some who disobeyed and naturally resisted, so I later stepped on tens of thousands of corpses and ascended the throne."
Gu Nuoer suddenly let out a small wow.
"Brother Siming is so awesome."
Ye Siming said slowly: "But later I gradually realized that such days are very boring. There is no sunshine in the Shura Realm."
"Is there any candy man?"
The young man smiled sarcastically: "Of course not."
Gu Nuoer pouted: "That place is not good."
She grasped the hem of Ye Siming's clothes tightly: "Brother Siming, will you go back there in the future?"
Ye Siming was silent for a moment before replying: "Maybe."
But it depends on when Gu Nuoer leaves him.
He patted the little one's back and held her tightly under the quilt.
Ye Siming talked intermittently about his life in the Shura realm.
"There is also a monster beast that looks like a cat. If there is a chance, I can bring it to you to play with."
Ye Siming described Qiongqi as a family pet.
The drowsy Gu Nuo'er nodded: "Okay, then I want him to be good friends with the big and small cats."
The wind and rain outside the window got louder at some point.
All the villages on the mountain top were burning with dim lights.
In such a stormy, dark and cold night, Gu Nuoer was well protected in his arms.
Gradually fell asleep.
At this moment, there was a few gentle knocks on the wooden door.