Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

Her palms were soft and gently brushed Ye Siming's forehead and top of hair.

It brings a strange feeling.

Yesiming took a step back, gritted his teeth and said, "Why do you always touch my head?"

Gu Nuo'er hugged the big pillow and blinked innocently: "I don't know, I just subconsciously think that if I do this, Brother Siming will like it very much!

In addition, every time Noble did something great, my mother would touch her head and say good! "

Like? nice?

Yesiming's heart was beating fast, but he didn't know why.

He simply twisted his head and said coldly: "I've finished eating, why don't you leave?"

Gu Nuo'er didn't plan to leave, it's still early!

She leaned back on the bed and yawned: "Well, wait, I want to stay with Brother Siming for a while."

Speaking, she rolled with the quilt and found the most comfortable sleeping position.

A pair of big eyes were misty and drowsy like smoke. The long eyelashes were drawn together and slowly opened again. Not in the room.

She stretched out her little hand and put it on the edge of the bed: "Brother Siming, put me to sleep."

Ye Siming wiped the sword without raising his head: "I won't."

"Well, then sit down and talk to Noble~"

Ye Siming raised his eyes to look at her, only to see that the little guy seemed to be too sleepy, and his fleshy little hands were still beckoning.

He couldn't bear it anymore, walked over and sat on the couch.

"Go to sleep." Ye Siming urged.

Gu Nuo'er curled up in the quilt, looking at Ye Siming's profile, under a pair of cold and handsome eyebrows, star eyes glowing with chills, and thin lips under the straight bridge of the nose.

She said sincerely, "Brother Siming, you are so beautiful!"

Yesiming wiped his sword, indifferent.

The little guy suddenly asked, "Do you miss your family?"

The boy's hand suddenly stopped.

Family?

"I don't have a home."

Gu Nuo'er's voice was sleepy and soft: "Yes, uncle Bai Yi. And me! I'm also a family bird of Brother Siming~"

Ye Siming didn't speak, but suddenly he felt a small hand on his arm.

Gu Nuoer said obediently, "Brother Siming must have been very unhappy in the past, I will protect you in the future~"

Ye Siming was startled, and looked sideways, but the little guy was half-squinted.

He fell asleep before he could answer.

Yesiming put the cleaned long sword back into the sheath, looked at Gu Nuoer's clean and fair face, and a cold smile appeared on his thin lips.

When he came out of the Asura Realm, when he stepped on millions of bones, when the blade was rolled up in blood, when he was supported by all evil and became king—

No one has the ability to protect him.

He is not a pitiful bully, he is the evil way of Asura itself.

Ye Siming's eyes fell on Gu Nuo'er who was sleeping, and saw that her sleeping face was blushing and her body was smelling of milk.

He couldn't help but raised his lips and smiled contemptuously.

Can you protect him with this little bun?

It is more like the yard of Ye Siming, isolated from the world, and only the sound of rain can be heard.

Yesiming hasn't had such a quiet life for a long time.

Xiao Nuo'er on the bed was sleeping peacefully, but he didn't know that the boy was sitting on the bed, his eyebrows were heavy, his knees were holding the sword, even he himself didn't know, this situation, it was like a kind of protection.

Gu Nuo’er and Ye Siming didn’t know—

The gears of fate are turning, and they are about to become the brightest and most precious meeting in each other's life.