Gu Nuo'er was in a daze, and suddenly felt that the window was blown open by the wind.

The whizzing coldness came in, and the little guy subconsciously shrank into the warm quilt.

She closed her eyes and muttered in a milky voice, "Sister Wanyin, close the window..."

The sound is very sleepy and lazy.

The boy who came in through the window paused, turned and closed the window lattice.

With water dripping from the tips of his hair, with a pair of deep eyes, he first glanced at Gu Nuo'er's house.

Ye Siming breathed a sigh of relief when he didn't see anything that threatened the little guy.

He wanted to sit against the wall all night.

When the sun rises, the phantoms from the Shura realm will naturally disappear.

It's okay to guard the little things and get a good night's sleep.

But Ye Siming somehow remembered the time when he slept with Gu Nuo'er in his arms that night.

She was very obedient in her arms, so obedient that Ye Siming was reluctant to move, afraid that the slightest move would wake her up.

In just a moment, Ye Siming's wet clothes were completely dry, and the ends of his hair were no longer dripping.

He walked very lightly, barely making a sound, and quietly came to the little guy's bed.

She was also afraid that she would wake up suddenly and was afraid to see a person standing beside the bed.

So Ye Siming subconsciously sat on the couch, his movements still very light.

Gu Nuo'er was soundly asleep, her pink and tender face was white, and could be broken by blowing a bullet.

Those long, thick lashes hung with a small shadow.

She put her little hand on the quilt, and her five soft white and tender little fingers spread out, very cute.

Ye Siming pursed his lips and smiled, he couldn't help but stretch out his fingertips and slowly put them in the palm of the little guy.

Who knows, just like this, Gu Nuoer subconsciously grabbed his finger.

The little guy clenched his hands tightly, muttering in his mouth, not knowing what dream he had.

Ye Siming was lying on the edge of the bed, the ends of his hair washed away by the rain, and drooped softly over the boy's eyebrows.

His forehead was finely broken, but it seemed that his eyes were gentle enough at the moment.

"Brother Siming..." Gu Nuo'er mumbled, "Hu Baoba, Wo is not my sister..."

Ye Siming was startled.

His eyes suddenly became gloomy and complicated.

Looking at the sleeping little guy, Ye Siming narrowed his eyes.

Gu Nuo'er was sleeping peacefully in her dream, feeling that something icy and cold was sticking to her back.

She hugged her little quilt tightly and flinched twice.

But after a while, I felt that it was not so cold, so I leaned back.

She turned over and grabbed Ye Siming's placket again with her little hand.

The boy hugged her gently, feeling that the little guy in his arms was sleeping more deeply.

Ye Siming frowned slightly, and a smile flowed from his eyes.

Beside Gu Nuoer, he always seemed to feel at ease.

He shouldn't be in danger at the moment.

To hug, she said.

Ye Siming gently rested his head on the other side of the pillow.

Smelling the sweet smell of the little guy, he also fell asleep.

When he completely relaxed his guard, two black wolf ears popped out.

Gu Nuo'er moved slightly, and the wolf's ears twitched unconsciously. It was fluffy, as if waiting for someone to rub it.

Autumn rain poured outside the window, constantly hitting the window lattice.

The house was peaceful, with a reassuring security.

The little guy had a good night's sleep.

The next morning, she woke up stretched out.

Ye Siming's shadow was long gone from the bed.

She didn't know anything about it. Looking at Wanyin who walked in, she said in a milky voice, "Sister Wanyin, did you come to help the nest close the window last night?"

"No, princess, the window was locked from the inside before going to bed last night, and the slaves have been sleeping outside, but are you freezing?"

Gu Nuo'er pouted and shook her head: "I thought the window was blown open by the wind, maybe it's an illusion!"