Ye Siming held Gu Nuo'er's hand.

His voice was low, like a clear spring, with deep affection hidden in it.

"Just be yourself, and for the rest, I will tolerate, understand, and recognize, but if you are willing to come to me every time after a dispute like today, I will be happier."

Gu Nuoer found that when Ye Siming was dealing with his relationship, he became more and more mature and stable.

He kept in mind the things he had heard and seen on weekdays.

The nature of wolves seems to include generalization.

Ye Siming formulated a set of rules, when two people get along, he will dote on her infinitely.

The love is hot and turbulent, but she will never be reluctant to scald her.

At this moment, Gu Nuo'er felt that something had sprouted in her heart, and her heart was itching.

She blinked her eyes, and with Ye Siming's comfort, the tears had faded.

Only the eyes washed by the tears of true love are brighter than usual.

"Brother Siming, I understand!"

Ye Siming raised his eyebrows: "Do you really understand? Then I will test you. Next time we have a misunderstanding, what are you going to do?"

Gu Nuo'er answered without hesitation: "Express it to Brother Siming immediately! Let our problems not stay overnight!"

She understands it now.

Rather than being sullen, it seems that telling Ye Siming directly and then listening to him explain would be more effective.

Gu Nuo'er's voice was soft and she said seriously: "Brother Siming, although I don't know anything about feelings, but in the future, I will definitely learn-"

"How to be your wife." When she said the last two words, Mei Ruan's voice was slightly lower.

It made Ye Si's bright pupils darken, and two clusters of strange fires like a crescent moon ignited at once.

Gu Nuoer imitated his previous appearance, and gently placed a kiss on his eyebrows.

Ye Siming's cold eyes drooped slightly, and a wanton smile suddenly appeared on his thin lips.

His eyes were faint, like a fierce wolf hunting in the dark night, as if he wanted to swallow the small animal he liked, his eyes were full of hidden desire.

"Gu Nuo'er, you just said I could hit you, do you still count?"

Gu Nuo'er rounded her beautiful eyes: "Really, really?"

The girl wanted to cry but had no tears, she pursed her lips and muttered, "You just comforted me, man, hmph, it's so quick."

She said cautiously, "then fight, don't be too hard."

After she finished speaking, she closed her eyes, her long and thick eyelashes trembling because of nervousness.

Ye Siming bowed his head and stepped forward, hanging half an inch above her lips, and suddenly chuckled.

"Idiot." He sighed hoarsely.

Just when Gu Nuoer was wondering, she suddenly found herself being picked up by Ye Siming.

Then the boy's well-knotted palm patted her **** unceremoniously.

"Ah!" She jumped up, but was caught by Ye Siming again.

He forced her to sit on his lap and said in a low voice, "What are you running for? You asked me to fight."

Gu Nuo'er blushed as if she had knocked over a whole box of rouge.

"Then you can't hit... hit me... there!"

"Where?" Ye Siming raised his eyebrows and looked at her, then slapped it down with his palm: "What do you mean?"

Gu Nuo'er whispered: "Excessive!"

Ye Siming sneered: "I'm jealous too, I just want some comfort from you."

Gu Nuo'er's beautiful eyes flashed with shame and anger: "Why is the comfort method you want different from others!"

"It will be different in the future." Ye Siming raised his eyebrows and said meaningfully.

Gu Nuo'er blinked her long eyelashes ignorantly: "What kind of?"