Gu Nuo'er's fingertips just touched the box.

But he felt that Ye Siming put a hand around her waist, forcing her to stick to him.

Then, he bowed his head down and buried a handsome face between the little girl's neck.

Gu Nuo'er froze all over, blinking innocently puzzled eyes: "Brother Siming?"

"Yeah," Ye Siming replied in a low voice, and sighed helplessly: "I'm so tired, lend me a little while."

When Gu Nuoer heard this, the overwhelmed shyness on her face gradually faded.

It turns out that Brother Siming is too tired!

No wonder when I saw him today, I felt that he was taller and his cheeks were thinner and colder.

However, feeling the strength of his arm, Gu Nuo'er felt that he was not very thin, but his muscles were a little harder.

She felt Ye Siming's slight breath slowly exhaling between her neck, causing a shudder in the snow-white texture.

"Brother Siming, what are you doing, or are you training the Tiger Kui Army and the Wolf Xu Army?"

Ye Siming nodded.

With his movement, it was as if his lips and teeth accidentally scraped the tender meat on his neck.

Gu Nuoer felt itchy, she shrank her neck.

Just when she was about to get out of this embrace, she heard Ye Siming say: "The emperor trusts me and entrusts the Langxu army to me, so I have to make them stronger."

Gu Nuo'er could not help feeling a little distressed when she heard the low and faint tiredness in his tone.

She blinked her long eyelashes: "Can you let me sit upright, brother Siming, I'll tell you well."

Now their posture is too strange!

She was forced to hold her, lying on Ye Siming's lap, her waist being held down by his big palm, unable to move.

Ye Siming was still buried in her neck, as if a big dog was coquettish and lying, and fell into the owner's arms to doze off for a while.

He heard the words, his long eyebrows closed slightly, and his dark and thin eyes opened instantly, and there was a faint dissatisfaction inside.

Let go so soon?

The moment he just lowered his head, he wanted to take a bite.

But thinking of such a squeamish little thing, he must be jealous like a rabbit.

Later, I have to go to the Jiang Mansion to meet people, so I can't make her cry.

Ye Siming consciously restrained himself, just buried his head in it, breathing in the fragrance of her body, which would bring him a sense of stability.

Why did she sit up after a while.

Is it uncomfortable for him to hold?

Although he was unwilling, Ye Siming always respected all Gu Nuo'er's requests.

He let go quickly.

After Gu Nuo'er sat up straight, she stuck to his side and patted her shoulder with her fingertips.

"Come on, I'll lend it to you to lean on."

Ye Siming raised his eyebrows, and a smirk suddenly appeared between his arrogant brows.

"Rely on?"

Gu Nuo'er nodded: "I couldn't straighten up like that, now lean over, I can squeeze your head."

Ye Siming paused for a moment and slowly leaned on her delicate shoulder.

He didn't dare to put all the weight on it and controlled his strength.

Gu Nuo'er passed one hand behind him, and the fingertips of both hands gently pressed against his temples.

"The medical book I read said that when a person is tired, rubbing lightly on this area is equivalent to sleeping on a stick of incense."

"Brother Siming, don't work so hard. Hu Kui and Lang Xu are the elite of the elite, and they are already very powerful."

She felt that the degree to which Brother Siming could be tired must be the fact that the training was too much.

Since he felt tired, the soldiers probably worked even harder.