Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

Gu Nuoer burst into tears.

"This is an injury caused by a fairy weapon. It won't heal easily. Don't comfort me anymore. I know it all!"

Ye Siming hugged her into his arms.

Gu Nuoer cried sadly, and asked over and over again: "Why didn't you tell me? Why did you have to carry it yourself..."

Ye Siming sighed if there was nothing.

In his thin eyes, his expression was dark and cold, but he hid affection.

"I told you, it just changed from one person to two people."

"At that time, for me, I had nothing to be afraid of if I could meet you again, even if I lost a hand."

"Don't cry," Ye Siming kissed the teardrops on her face, his voice soft and soothing: "I was in the Asura Realm before, and I suffered more serious injuries."

As if joking, he told Gu Nuoer the pain he had experienced in the past.

"Fighted with a very strong monster. It tore my right leg. I limped and skinned it alive."

Having said that, Ye Siming laughed: "It's best not to scare you, but in the Asura Realm, it's always been like this before."

He patted his right leg: "Look, isn't it better now, the injury was more serious at that time, you have to believe me, I will get better."

Gu Nuoer held his left hand in distress, tears rolling down her cheeks.

She sobbed and said, "It's all because I'm too stupid. If I had discovered your injury earlier, I wouldn't have allowed my father and godfather to punch you at night."

Thinking of how many times his brothers had dragged Ye Siming into martial arts competitions.

He always holds the sword with his right hand, so everyone didn't think there was any problem with Ye Siming's left hand behind his back.

Gu Nuoer cried even harder.

"I'm an idiot!" she scolded herself.

However, Ye Siming was amused by her tone, and his black eyes were filled with distress.

"I used to be a fool, but now I'm my baby, don't say that about yourself."

Gu Nuoer wiped away her tears and leaned against his arms with her feet shrunken.

What is she thinking about?

Even her koi power can't cure Ye Siming, when will he be cured?

Xu Shi could see that her heart was heavy.

Ye Siming raised his eyebrows, and asked with a smile, "Gu Nuoer, without a left hand, would you still marry me?"

Gu Nuoer didn't even think about it, and answered, "Of course!"

To express determination.

She held up three fingers and swore to the sky: "Even if you have nothing, I will marry you! In the world, in the Three Realms, I recognize you, Ye Siming!"

Ye Siming's smile gradually faded away, replaced by joy in the depths of his black eyes.

He bowed his head, kissed her forehead, and kissed her lips again.

"That's enough. After hearing what you said, my injury is more than half healed." Ye Siming chuckled lightly.

Gu Nuoer was silent for a moment, she lowered her head and didn't know what she was thinking.

It took her a long time to muster up the courage.

"I have one more decision."

"What?" Ye Siming was quite leisurely, playing with her hair, and her handsome face was full of laziness and gentleness.

Gu Nuoer said solemnly: "I want to give you myself."

Ye Siming didn't react at first, so he hummed.

In the next second, he seemed to understand something, and sat up suddenly.

His handsome and fair face was full of surprise and a little bit of imperceptible joy.

"What? Now?"

Gu Nuoer pushed off the quilt on her body.

Her face was hot red, but her eyes were shining.

"Brother Siming... that... I heard that our koi can bring back dead immortals, so if you fuse with me, maybe you can... get better."

Ye Siming was almost knocked unconscious by the overwhelming joy.

He immediately looked away, endured his scorching body, and said heavily: "No."

Before he got married, he couldn't bully Gu Nuoer like this.

Gu Nuoer bit her lower lip, as if guessing that he would refuse.

However, she also has unexpected courage.

Gu Nuoer grabbed Ye Siming by the collar and pulled him down violently, and the two of them lay together in the soft quilt.

"Is it okay, tell me!" Gu Nuoer asked again pretending to be brave in her delicate voice.