Ye Siming frowned slightly, his face was cold, and there was a hint of confusion in his thin lacquer eyes.

One of his hands was raised slowly to cover his stomach.

Gu Nuo'er blinked her black eyes, her little face was full of innocence: "Brother Siming, I have little strength, so I can't hurt you at all, so don't deceive me!"

Ye Siming's face gradually calmed down.

He opened his thin lips lightly and said two words: "There is a needle."

Needle! ?

Gu Nuo'er was surprised.

I saw Ye Siming pulled out a slender short needle from the clothes around his waist.

The little guy was stunned when he saw it.

"Huh?" She blinked her long eyelashes curiously.

Sudden!

Gu Nuoer remembered something.

She raised her little hand to check.

The organ ring that the eighth prince had made for her before was still well worn on her hand.

Back then, the two older brothers, the eighth prince and the tenth prince, were to give the little guy a chance to protect himself.

Therefore, the tenth prince soaked the medicinal powder with a silver needle and hid it in the ring!

He must have accidentally pressed the trap just now, and actually stabbed Ye Siming's abdomen directly!

Fortunately, it is not deep. After all, the needle is short, but it was only pierced a little.

The little guy forgot to cry, and his tear-filled eyes gradually became black and bright.

"This... Brother Siming, do you feel any strangeness now?"

Gu Nuo'er was anxious: "Ten brother just changed the fine needle in my ring for me not long ago."

However, he didn't seem to say what the medicinal effect was this time!

The little guy couldn't help but think that the second brother accidentally took the tenth brother's medicine before, and he fainted immediately, and then said a lot of nonsense.

Brother Siming doesn't know Chinese medicine!

Gu Nuo'er looked at Ye Siming nervously and caringly with her **** and round eyes.

Seeing this, Ye Siming raised his long eyebrows, but instead laughed lightly.

Fortunately, the little thing is not angry.

Gu Nuoer's black eyes widened in confusion: "Brother Siming, you can still laugh!"

"If my tenth brother's drug doesn't want your life, it will take your face, and you will talk nonsense later, it will be shameful!"

Ye Siming leaned over, held her little hand lightly, and pushed the silver needle into the slot.

The boy's tone was relaxed and calm, revealing a hint of fearlessness.

"The medicine in the mortal world can't hurt me, don't be afraid, the most important thing is that you don't get angry."

Gu Nuo'er looked at him hesitantly, and the little guy stood on tiptoe for a long time.

After confirming that Ye Siming didn't pass out immediately like his second brother Gu Zitang, he felt a little relieved.

She pouted and said, "Brother Siming, then this time we are even."

"You misunderstood me, but I accidentally hurt you. Can we reconcile? I don't want to lose your good friend."

With that said, Gu Nuoer took the initiative to stretch out her little finger and carefully hooked Gou Ye Siming's fingertips.

The little guy raised his head, blinked his watery eyes, and looked at Ye Siming pitifully.

The young man lowered his head and looked at her who was as delicate as jade, bright and lovely.

The throbbing of my heart was like thunder.

She just said she didn't want to lose him.

Suddenly, Ye Siming held Gu Nuo'er's hand, gently tugged her, and slammed her into his arms.

Gu Nuo'er made a humming sound.

She only felt that the wolf in front of her was holding her very hard.

Ye Siming also gently rubbed her soft face twice in the same way as Gu Nuo'er just now.

"I don't want to lose you either, Gu Nuo'er." His low and somewhat pleasant voice sounded from his ears.

Ye Siming lowered his head and muttered, "I don't want to."