Gu Nuoer turned around: "Brother Siming, let's go home too! But first, you accompany me to the flower garden in the school. I have something to give you."
Ye Siming immediately stood up and pretended to be cold: "Yeah, let's go now."
What will she give?
Gu Nuoer and Ye Siming came to the flower garden.
At this time, the setting sun was shining in the evening, and everything was golden and brilliant.
The tile eaves of the Chinese Academy of Sciences reflect beautiful light.
Gu Nuoer was squatting by the flower bed, with black hair and brightly colored skirt.
On her delicate and white face, she has curved thin eyebrows and big eyes that look like soft water waves.
The little guy stretched out his hand and pulled away some weeds and some small flowers that were about to wither.
Ye Siming folded his arms and waited aside.
Gu Nuoer's little hands were very skillful, and with her clean and tender fingertips, she flipped it back and forth a few times, and soon weaved a garland.
She happily raised it to Ye Siming: "Brother Siming, lower your head and I will put it on for you!"
Ye Siming bowed his head obediently, although he still pretended to be cold and said: "What does it look like with this on your head?"
The little guy fastened the garland on his head.
Then he took two steps back, held his chin with his little hand, and carefully fluttered his long eyelashes and took a few glances.
She smiled and said: "It will look better this way!"
After saying that, Gu Nuoer blinked his eyes and said with a ghostly expression: "Brother Siming, don't worry, I know your little secret and I won't tell anyone else. Don't feel embarrassed."
Ye Siming was stunned: "What secret do I have?"
He looked at the little guy's cunning expression and raised his eyebrows.
Why do I have a premonition that she is going to say something unpleasant again?
Gu Nuoer covered her mouth with her little hand and whispered: "I know, you guys who are wolves are just like puppies. You have to dress up in spring."
Ye Siming's expression froze.
The young man's deep brows began to show anger.
He gritted his teeth, as if he was ready to bite the little guy into pieces.
"Where did you hear that?"
Gu Nuoer blinked innocently: "That's what I saw! Hu Ni started to dress up. The last time I saw him, he was also so showy."
Flower, branch, move, spread!?
Ye Siming pressed his eyebrows and took a deep breath.
He knew he shouldn't listen to what that bastard Jiang Xiaoran said.
He hangs around the flowers every day to see if he can come up with any good ideas.
Gu Nuoer was still admiring his masterpiece behind his little hands.
"There are garlands, but brother Siming is even more beautiful. In my opinion, he is the most handsome man."
Ye Siming made a move.
He looked at the little guy again.
"You...do you like me dressing like this? Do you think my clothes were dull and not worthy of going out with you?"
Gu Nuoer was stunned.
Her voice was soft and she laughed: "Brother Siming, what are you talking about? There is no distinction between high and low in clothes, let alone high or low. We are best friends, how could I miss you like this?"
Gu Nuoer ran over, hugged Ye Siming's hand, and shook it gently.
She acted coquettishly: "I like to go out with Brother Siming the most."
It was as if a cluster of warm sunshine suddenly shone directly into Ye Siming's heart.
Emotions were flowing in the young man's deep eyes, and after a moment, his thin lips raised a smile.
"Go home." He suddenly lifted the little guy up, held it in his arms, and strode out.
Gu Nuoer struggled back and forth with her little hands and feet: "Brother Siming, let me walk by myself!"
"I like to hold you. I won't listen to you this time."