Gu Nuo'er pouted, her voice sweet and soft.

"I don't want to be the master. You are the general of this barracks, and you should follow your own ideas. I'm just talking about it casually."

After she finished speaking, she saw in her eyes that she sewed Ye Siming's sleeves, which was really ugly.

Embarrassment flashed across Gu Nuo'er's fair and beautiful face.

It seems that no matter how powerful people are, there are still things they can't do.

She pinched the thread with her slender fingertips and ripped apart the sewn.

"This time the sewing is not good, I will try again."

Ye Siming grabbed her hand.

He leaned against the table, his eyes were deep, and he smiled softly: "Then I, the general, let you put this down now, do you want to be obedient?"

Gu Nuo'er raised her water eyes and looked at him pitifully: "You also think my sewing is not good-looking?"

"No," Ye Siming said in a gentle and deep voice, "I'll teach you."

Gu Nuo'er was a little surprised: "Brother Si Ming?"

"Otherwise, do you think I sewed the broken red rope."

He took the needle and thread in Gu Nuo'er's hand, threaded the needle skillfully, and then lowered his head to thread the thread at the torn sleeve.

His appearance does not appear feminine and feminine at all because he is holding a needle and thread.

On the contrary, he raised his hands and gestures, and there was a little more calmness that he had never had before.

The lights reflected Ye Siming's moving and handsome silhouette.

Gu Nuo'er suddenly noticed.

Unconsciously, Brother Siming has become extremely responsible, giving people a sense of trust and security.

Look at his smooth movements, and neat and fine stitches.

Gu Nuo'er put her cheeks in her hands and blinked at him with big eyes.

Eyes full of worship.

"Brother Siming, how can you know anything?"

Ye Siming raised his eyebrows: "After the red rope was broken, I won't be able to contact you."

"In a hurry, I thought of this method. At the time, I didn't know if it would work, but I had to try it first."

"So I found a cook named An Hu, and I learned a little bit, but I didn't know it originally."

Gu Nuo'er opened her lips and wanted to ask which girl she learned kung fu from.

But after hearing Ye Siming's last sentence, the little girl closed her pink lips and pulled the corners of her mouth slightly.

"Didn't you say you want to teach me?" Gu Nuo'er said with big eyes.

Ye Siming had finished sewing the last stitch.

He smiled: "I still don't want you to learn. It's too dangerous to move the needle and it will hurt yourself."

Gu Nuoer puffed out her cheeks, and there was dissatisfaction in Shui Yingying's black eyes.

"Then next time your clothes are torn again, can't I help?"

Ye Siming turned his head to the side, his long eyes like ink, and his eyes were full of Gu Nuo'er's reflection.

"It's fine if my clothes are torn a little, as long as you dress well."

Gu Nuo'er turned around, a little annoyed.

She just wanted to do something considerate for him.

How come there is no chance.

Ye Siming saw her face bulging with anger.

Thin eyebrows raised: "You really want to help, but I have one thing I want to entrust to you."

Gu Nuo'er's big pearl-like eyes suddenly lit up.

She turned her eyes and looked at him expectantly: "What's the matter?"

Ye Siming leaned against the back of his chair and slowly put his clothes aside.

"I've been too busy lately to remember to eat. It would be best if you could come and accompany me to eat every day."

Gu Nuoer frowned suspiciously.

"Just to accompany you to dinner?"

Ye Siming nodded, leaned closer, his eyes were deep, and there was a strange fire inside, just like the bewitchment of a wolf demon in the dark night.

"Like last time," he suggested in a husky voice.

Gu Nuoer reacted.

Isn't that just feeding him!

Does this help?