Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

After speaking, Ye Siming picked up Gu Nuoer horizontally, and deliberately covered her face so that no one could see her.

Gu Nuo'er was stuffy in his arms and protested in a low voice, "Why did you become a wife?"

In Ye Siming's pitch-black eyes, there was a deep affectionate chuckle.

He raised his arrogant eyebrows: "If you let them know that you and I have never been married, you will pull it here, for fear that they will spread unpleasant words."

"It's my fault, I should be more polite and restrained."

"But—" Ye Siming paused and told her, "Gu Nuo'er, I'm really happy."

Gu Nuo'er raised her water eyes, which happened to meet the pair of ink pupils he was looking down at.

Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were dark.

"Me too..." Gu Nuo'er replied gently.

Arrived outside the Yuelao Temple.

"Where did you lead Xiao Hei?" Ye Siming asked.

"It's snowing too much. I lent it to Xiaohui and Shen Fan to go home. It will come back by itself in a while."

Gu Nuo'er was right.

After a while, Xiao Hei stepped on the snow with four hooves and ran back.

Arriving in front of Ye Siming, it first raised its front hooves slightly, and snorted white mist from its nose.

Dissatisfied neighing.

Ye Siming reached out and stroked its horse's mane patiently for the first time.

"The credit you have made is comparable to the scorpion and Qiongqi by my side. When there is a chance in the future, I will call you the fifth fierce beast in the Shura territory."

Xiao Hei blinked two glazed bead-like eyes, as if very puzzled.

Gu Nuoer pouted, covered her lips and smiled.

"Although Xiao Hei has an unusual Ma Tong humanity, he must not understand what the Asura Realm is."

Ye Siming carried Gu Nuo'er onto the horse's back.

He raised his eyebrows lightly: "I don't understand now, it's okay, I will enlighten him in the future, and it will be clear."

After speaking, Ye Siming turned over neatly and sat behind Gu Nuo'er.

He grabbed the reins, but was slow to move forward.

Gu Nuo'er raised her water eyes, looked up at him, and asked inexplicably, "Brother Siming, why don't you leave?"

Ye Siming frowned, looked down at her, his pleasant voice was slightly hoarse: "I'm afraid it's really a dream, if you want to hit me, I'll see if it hurts."

Gu Nuo'er's brows and eyes twitched, and there was a soft sweet smile in her eyes.

She stretched out her hand and grabbed Ye Siming's cheek: "Of course it's true! How could it be a dream..."

Gu Nuo'er's voice has not fallen!

Ye Siming lowered his head and covered his thin lips.

A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

It was as if the innocent little fish would eventually be dragged into his net.

The rest is all careful and gentle care.

Gu Nuo'er was stunned at first, and then, obediently leaned against Ye Siming's arms.

She felt his breath on her face, making her heart beat faster.

And Ye Siming's kiss was like a touch of water, but it was long and delicate.

After a while, Ye Siming let go of her.

When he looked at Gu Nuo'er, the expression in his eyes was always focused and hot.

"It's certain now, you didn't hide, this is really not my dream."

Gu Nuo'er's face is shy and shy, like a budding peony, showing a tender and beautiful beauty.

She puffed out her cheeks, and said with a bit of coquettish anger and dissatisfaction: "Brother Siming did it on purpose!"

Ye Siming was noncommittal and only smiled.

He put his arms around Gu Nuo'er's waist: "It's time to go back."

Ye Siming squeezed the horse's belly lightly, and Xiao Hei couldn't wait to rush back to the inn like an arrow from a string.

At the entrance of the inn, Ye Siming dismounted first.

He stretched his arms: "Jump down, I'll hold."