Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

The little guy was exposed, and the little pink face swelled up in an unconvincing arc.

"Hmph, just drink it."

She looked up before she could take two sips, her wrist was weak.

For a while, the kettle was not held steady, and half of the water was spilled out.

Wet the sleeves, and also wet the clothes in front of the heart.

Gu Nuo'er blinked her long eyelashes pitifully: "Ah oh... I said it will spill!"

Ye Siming didn't expect that she actually spilled the water.

The boy frowned and squinted: "You did it on purpose."

Gu Nuoer shouted innocently: "I'm a drunk baby now, I can't hold it at all, you can't be so strict with me!"

Ye Siming couldn't do anything about her.

He stretched out his hand: "Where's your handkerchief, I'll wipe it for you."

Gu Nuo'er shook her head: "I just played drumming with my brothers to pass flowers and fell on the table, but I didn't take it."

Ye Siming took a deep breath and looked at her with dark eyes.

The little guy turned his eyes and said with a smile: "Isn't Brother Siming capable of very powerful spells? Put your hands up and my clothes will be dry!"

Ye Siming pursed his thin lips, his throat gently rolling up and down due to swallowing.

It's not that he doesn't want to do it, but that Gu Nuo'er looks like he's grown up now.

In her wet place, in addition to her sleeves, there are clothes in her heart.

Through the clothes, you can vaguely see the girl's beautiful figure like a flower.

Ye Siming looked away unnaturally: "It's inconvenient."

Gu Nuo'er didn't understand at all, and asked innocently and pitifully, "Why?"

Ye Siming opened his mouth and wanted to explain to her, but he didn't know where to start.

He has adapted to the rules of the mortal world, and knows that men and women do not kiss.

I also know that if he puts his hand in that place, it will be an advantage for the little guy.

Ye Siming didn't speak, Gu Nuoer tilted his head to see his expression.

But he couldn't see clearly, the little guy straightened up and leaned again.

Unexpectedly, her knees were weak, and before she could see clearly, Gu Nuoer's figure thumped, and she was about to fall onto the bed.

Fortunately, Ye Siming's eyes and hands were quick, so he directly supported her head with his hand, and the other hand wrapped around the little guy's slender waist.

Gu Nuo'er blinked, and then she reacted, and she exhaled in a soft voice: "It's dangerous."

Under Ye Siming's anger, he was helpless.

To be on the safe side, he still held Gu Nuo'er in his arms, while he sat on the outside of the bed.

Gu Nuo'er felt that he was holding him too tightly and felt a little uncomfortable, so she tried to move.

Who would have thought that Ye Siming tightened his arms even more, fearing that she would fall, and said coldly, "Just hold it like this, don't move."

Gu Nuo'er pouted and muttered a bad dog hook.

Now the posture of the two of them may not be seen by outsiders.

Gu Nuo'er sat sideways on Ye Siming's lap, her arms weakly hooking his shoulders.

The little guy was covered with the sweet and greasy aroma of wine, lingering on the tip of Ye Siming's nose.

He only needed to lower his eyes to see Gu Nuo'er's plump red lips close at hand.

Unconsciously, Ye Siming sat up straight and stared straight ahead.

The boy's brows and eyes are cold, but the deep eyes are like a dark fire that is about to burst out.

Gu Nuo'er raised her head and looked at the profile of his profile, handsome and determined, her lips pursed tightly.

"Brother Siming," she said as she approached him, exhaling like blue, "Why are you still angry with me?"

He originally controlled a good distance, but because of Gu Nuo'er's initiative to get close, the atmosphere between the two suddenly became ambiguous.