Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

Ye Siming was taken aback: "What booklet?"

Gu Nuoer's complexion was like a blooming pink peach blossom, and she gave him a reproachful look.

"What are you pretending, we all read it before we get married, don't you?"

Ye Siming shook his head sincerely: "I really don't know."

Gu Nuoer didn't think he was lying.

Pouting her lips and thinking about it, she leaned over and explained a few words in Ye Siming's ear.

After finishing speaking, Gu Nuoer thought how could she say such a thing!

What a shame.

She covered her face tightly with a hijab, as if she didn't need to see people.

Outside the hijab, Ye Siming's magnetic and melodious laughter came.

"Fool." He took her hand: "Of course I won't read it, and what the bride told you is not right."

Ye Siming's voice tended to be slightly hoarse, very pleasant and attractive.

"Because my mission is to make you happy, not for you to please me, so you don't have to worry about it. I do what I do, and you don't have to do anything."

Hearing what he said, Gu Nuoer was really relieved.

She licked her lips twice: "But the hijab has to be taken off."

Ye Siming's knuckle-boned fingertips stretched out, and when they were about to touch the hijab, they suddenly stopped.

Gu Nuoer blinked her long eyelashes lightly: "Why are you not moving?"

With the flickering of the big red candles, Yesiming's dark and thin eyes glowed strangely.

But in this, there is a little bit of emotion.

He suddenly smiled: "I don't know why, this moment is too joyful, better than all the previous hits, so I'm afraid, it's just a dream."

Ye Siming knew that he was a demon god, and he would not be treated favorably by heaven and earth.

He was afraid that all of this was not real, but something he imagined.

Just like a child who has never eaten candy, after suddenly getting a candy house, he will wonder if he is dreaming.

Ye Siming is now this child.

Gu Nuoer's love for Ye Siming turned into bit by bit distress at this moment.

She stretched out two soft and delicate hands and placed them on Ye Siming's shoulders.

Gu Nuo'er moved closer: "Of course it's not a dream, it's real. We have gone through so many things together, and you have become a hero praised by everyone for me."

"Yesiming," she cupped his face, "You deserve what you get. Don't be afraid that it's just a dream, and don't worry about losing it."

Gu Nuo'er clung tightly to his arms: "I will always be with you, for thousands of years, we will stay together forever."

At this moment, the fragrance on her body captured every inch of reason in Ye Siming's heart.

Make him hot, scorching hot, and his blood pulse is restless.

Ye Siming took off the hijab, and Gu Nuoer's beautiful and bright face was right in front of his eyes.

Such a face is enough to make every man lose his mind.

And he, Ye Siming, He Dehe Neng, can be with Gu Nuoer for a long time.

Ye Siming developed a little instinct, and his blood roared two words——

possession.

When Gu Nuoer came back to her senses, Ye Siming had already pinned her under the quilt.

Her cumbersome wedding gown was missing, and her hair scattered all over the pillow.

Ye Siming was very gentle, even though there was intense emotion in his eyes.

Gu Nuoer's long eyelashes trembled, and she was about to share her dream with him.

suddenly.

There was a "pong" sound outside, and the huge movement resounded through the quiet mountain.

Ye Siming paused and propped up his upper body with his arms.

The emotion in his thin eyes was blurred, but there was a trace of cold black.

Gu Nuoer hurriedly said: "This is not my organization!"

Ye Siming pursed his lips: "I know, I seem to smell...a dog smell."