Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

Hearing this, Gu Nuo'er raised her slender eyelashes and looked at him.

"Follow you? But the battlefield is changing rapidly. I'm afraid I will hinder Brother Siming's performance."

"It's better for me to follow Yuanyi and the others, and it's not a problem for me to protect myself."

As she spoke, she took the initiative to take a ball and put it in Ye Siming's bowl.

Ye Siming lowered his head and smiled.

"You follow me, so I don't have to worry about it. Otherwise, I still have concerns about keeping you by someone else's side."

"Besides, even if I take you, it won't affect anything."

Having said that, he suddenly changed the subject.

"Why do I think the meatballs you are holding are more delicious?"

Gu Nuo'er made a move.

She blinked, looking at the ball on her chopsticks.

Just now she gave Ye Siming one, she wanted to eat it herself.

But after hearing what he said, the chopsticks in Gu Nuo'er's hand turned around.

"Try it, it's all the same!" She fed it into Ye Siming's mouth.

Ye Siming unceremoniously bit the meatball into his mouth.

There was a trace of leisurely banter between the cold brows.

He nodded slightly: "It's really more fragrant."

Gu Nuo'er looked at him with black water eyes and saw Ye Siming chuckle at her.

The girl reacted.

There was a hint of anger on the pink and delicate face.

"Brother Siming! You are playing with me again!"

Ye Siming raised his long eyebrows, and when his thin black eyes looked at Gu Nuo'er, he always carried a layer of love.

"Don't make trouble, you eat well, otherwise the cook will not be able to make meals in the morning, I'm afraid you will really be hungry."

He said, adding a few more spoons of soup to Gu Nuoer.

Gu Nuoer puffed her cheeks and snorted.

"It's not good to eat too much. I'll follow you when the time comes. If you can't run at the critical moment, it won't be troublesome."

Ye Siming raised his eyebrows: "If you can't run, I'll carry you behind my back."

Gu Nuoer pretended to be angry: "No."

Ye Siming's thin lips pursed: "Then hold?"

Gu Nuoer's face was blushing, she raised her black eyes, her snow-skinned hair was so beautiful that one couldn't take her eyes off her.

"Why don't you hold it or carry it on your back, brother Siming, I have long legs, not a fish tail, I can walk."

Her tone was a little bit coquettish and a little childish complaining.

Ye Siming was startled at first, then a chuckle overflowed from his throat.

The corners of his eyes and brows were dyed with pleasure.

"I know," Ye Siming said with a deep smile in his voice: "If possible, I would like to tie you to my body."

Gu Nuo'er took a moment to drink the soup.

She raised her big watery eyes and looked at him in confusion.

What's it like to be strapped to your body?

Ye Siming's long eyes were dark and deep, but Gu Nuo'er's figure was reflected in his eyes, which showed a scorching light.

She was like a ray of light from before the birth of billions of stars, plunging into his eyes, piercing the boundless silent night.

Since then, his world has brightened.

When the eyes of the two met, a charming feeling rose up.

Gu Nuo'er didn't know why, but suddenly her face was hot as if she had been kissed by the sun.

At this time, Qin Song's voice came from outside the tent—

"Master Hou, several lieutenants would like to discuss the countermeasures with you in the end."

Ye Siming got up immediately, and he pinched Gu Nuo'er's fingertips.

"Have a good meal, I'll be back soon."

After he lifted the curtain and went out, his face returned to a look of indifference and coldness.

After he left, Gu Nuoer reserved a meal for Ye Siming.

I plan to wait for him to come back and let the cook reheat it for him to eat.