At this time, Ye Siming stood by her side, looking down at Gu Nuoer's twinkling eyes.

She seemed a little nervous and frightened, and she seemed to be pulling on his collar forcefully, but her fingertips were actually trembling slightly.

Gu Nuoer's beautiful dark eyes were also filled with impatience and embarrassment.

Ye Siming smiled. He grabbed Gu Nuoer's wrist with his right hand and asked her to let go of his skirt.

"It's not that I can't, but now, I can't."

He sat up.

Ye Siming turned his head to look at the blue night outside the half-open window, and exhaled deeply.

Just to calm myself down.

Gu Nuoer's white and tender cheeks revealed a touch of pink, she pouted and looked at Ye Siming.

After a rustling sound.

Ye Siming had almost calmed down.

He was about to turn around, but a pair of white and tender lotus arms came forward from behind and hugged his shoulders.

Ye Siming's body froze, and when he looked sideways, he could only see a piece of white skin from the corner of his eye.

He was flustered, and said a low reprimand from his thin lips: "Gu Nuoer!"

Gu Nuo'er's long eyelashes fluttered, and her voice hummed: "It's okay, we're already engaged, we don't say anything, it's okay."

Ye Siming pulled her hand away, stood up quickly, and pushed her away two steps.

His jaw line was tense, and there seemed to be a fire burning in his body.

"Get your clothes on."

Gu Nuoer let go and sat on the bed angrily: "I don't, either, you wear it for me."

Ye Siming raised his head, not daring to look down at all.

"I can't do it." His voice was a little impatient: "Stop making trouble."

The tears that Gu Nuoer had stopped just now burst out again.

She raised her teary eyes and asked, "Do you dislike me?"

Ye Siming replied quickly, with a heavy voice, "Stop talking nonsense!"

"Then look at me." Gu Nuoer stretched out her hand and tugged at his sleeve.

Ye Siming was silent for a moment, and Gu Nuoer cried a few times. He couldn't bear it, so he could only look down obediently.

It's already winter, and there is no charcoal fire in the room.

Gu Nuoer was so cold that the tip of her nose and shoulders were covered with a faint powder.

Tears welled up in her dark, moist eyes.

Gu Nuoer sniffed: "Are you just letting me freeze like this?"

She stretched out her hand, and the thin little gown was lifted up, revealing her slender waist.

"You are not willing to do anything, then hug me." Gu Nuoer said.

Ye Siming's eyes were so black that it seemed that a whole ocean of ink had been sprinkled.

In the depths of that gaze, there were faint flames that rose higher and higher.

Like his burning heart.

Gu Nuoer looked at Ye Siming without moving for a long time, his throat rolled up and down, and his fist was clenched tightly, as if he was holding back extremely hard.

She blinked innocently: "Si Ming..."

Before that brother could yell out, Ye Siming cursed in a low voice: "Gu Nuoer, you almost killed me."

After he finished speaking, he had already stepped forward, hugged her, and fell into the mattress together.

Gu Nuoer leaned obediently in his arms, feeling Ye Siming quickly put the quilt on her body.

"You're hot," she muttered.

Ye Siming had taken a bath before, and the tips of his hair were still dripping with water, but now it's steamed.

He listened to Gu Nuoer's gloating words, like a cat's paw scratching his heart.

Ye Siming gritted his teeth and reprimanded in a low voice, "Thanks to you."

Gu Nuoer secretly smiled.

For some reason, the more Ye Siming refused, the bolder she became.

She covered them both with a quilt.

Gu Nuoer was a little sleepy.