Gu Nuo'er didn't speak for a long time.

She only weakly raised a small milky white hand and gently touched Ye Siming's head.

That action is like comforting a big dog hook.

"Oh, brother Cheese Ming, I will never run around again in the future, I will send four!"

The little girl's voice was glutinous, with a crying voice due to abdominal pain, aggrieved and baba, her articulation was not very clear, and she could hear the voice of milk.

She did not forget to raise three soft little fingers to express her determination.

However, after the severe abdominal pain just passed, the little guy became very weak.

It's not good to use mana in front of Ye Siming.

She pursed her lips and wanted to cry but held back, which made Ye Siming feel extremely distressed.

Mortals are really too fragile, especially Gu Nuo'er.

He blamed himself.

Fang Cai, you are probably too fierce.

He slowly bowed his head, and gently pressed his face and lips to the intersection of Gu Nuo'er's neck and shoulders.

Ye Siming's movements were very gentle and soothing.

He gently rubbed the soft flesh on her shoulder with the tip of his nose, smelling the sweet and soft milky fragrance.

"Does it still hurt, eh?"

Gu Nuo'er wiped her tears with her small hands, her eyes were big, and they were even more red after being washed with tears.

She shook her head, and the little milk voice was still a little hoarse.

"Brother Siming, hug me~ We are still good friends~"

Ye Siming easily turned her over, hugged her in his arms, and pressed his slender palm gently on her belly.

Gu Nuo'er felt a little sleepy after a while.

Finally, the little guy's pink fingers grabbed Ye Siming's shirt.

In a way that is very dependent on nostalgia, he leaned tightly in his arms.

Until now, the stone in Ye Siming's heart seemed to have suddenly fallen to the ground.

It turned out that the safest thing he thought was that someone would bring the cooked food to the room every day.

Take care of him like Madam Bai.

Now, he seems to understand something.

The most stable feeling is that Gu Nuo'er is in his arms, sleeping soundly.

She trusts him.

Ye Siming lowered his eyes and quietly looked at the sleeping face of the little man.

He smiled lightly.

Suddenly, there was a gentle pulse in Qing Ling's cold eyes.

...

Early in the morning, Jiang Xiaoran carried the bird cage and walked out of the house with his hands behind his back.

When there are no classes in the National Academy, he either invites friends to drink around, or goes to the flower and bird market to choose something pleasing to the eye.

As soon as he left the house that day, he was stopped by a figure.

Jiang Xiaoran looked at the person in front of him, rubbed his eyes, and looked at the sky again.

With great confusion, he said, "The sun didn't come out to the west, so is it because of my dazzling eyes? How could I see Si Ming standing in front of me?"

Ye Siming's eyes were cold, and he looked at a fool: "It's me."

Jiang Xiaoran was surprised: "You! You actually came to me! It's still so early! I'm not dreaming!"

His whining made Ye Siming frown calmly.

"Don't be so noisy. Last time you said that there is a summer resort in the suburbs of Beijing. How is the scenery there? Is it good?"

When Jiang Xiaoran heard this, he immediately regained his spirits.

"That goes without saying! The one recommended by Little Marquis Benjiang must be a good place with beautiful scenery and unique gameplay. How's it going, do you want to go?"

Ye Siming pursed his lips and nodded after a moment.

"If you go, when can you leave?"

"Now! I'll arrange a carriage, and we can go anytime!"

Ye Siming said solemnly: "No need, take my carriage, I'll go to the palace to pick up Gu Nuo'er in a while."