Chapter 1217 Can I coax you, please don’t be angry

Seeing that she was wronged, Ye Siming immediately frowned.

A lot of guilt arose in his heart.

"I don't know, I misunderstood you, I'm sorry." He whispered.

The young man's dark eyes flickered, looking at Gu Nuoer's expression nervously.

But the little guy was obviously getting more and more aggrieved.

There were tears in his big, crystal-clear eyes.

She pursed her lips and puffed out her pink cheeks, looking pitiful.

"I believe that Brother Siming will not bury Broken Sword's talent, so I gave it to you."

"I didn't expect that brother Siming wouldn't hold my hand just because of this incident!"

Gu Nuoer's petite figure burst out with great grievance.

The little feet stomped the ground one after another.

The aqua blue skirt shook out like water ripples due to her angry movements.

Two little pink fists clenched loudly.

Ye Siming leaned over and wanted to coax her first.

"I misunderstood, I didn't know you..." In the middle of his words, Gu Nuoer suddenly jumped up.

He grabbed the hilt of the broken sword with his little hand: "I won't give it to you anymore, I want to take it back!"

Ye Siming's eyes suddenly turned cold, his expression stained with frost.

He immediately held Gu Nuoer's wrist: "No."

The young man's voice was hoarse: "Ye Nuo is my cherished treasure. It is already mine and cannot be taken away."

Gu Nuoer looked at him with tearful eyes, her pink face full of grievance and stubbornness.

She sobbed angrily and said, "I won't give it to you, but I'm still coming."

Although the little guy wanted to grab it, how could he resist Ya Siming's strength?

Ye Siming grabbed it in his hand, unwilling to let her take it away, but he was afraid that she would get hurt.

"Ye Nuo's sword is sharp, be careful of hurting your hands." Ye Siming frowned and said.

Gu Nuoer said aggrievedly: "If it's hurt, it's hurt. Brother Siming won't hold me back anyway, huh!"

Ye Siming's thin lips pursed tightly: "I'll coax you, okay, don't be angry."

The boy has never been so uneasy.

He said in a low voice: "Gu Nuo'er, how about you punch me to vent your anger?"

Gu Nuoer retracted her hand and crossed her waist, her watery eyes sparkling even more with tears.

She snorted stubbornly: "Just hit me. Brother Siming, please don't cry out in pain. My little fists didn't grow up on a vegetarian diet!"

The little guy raised his hand as big as a milk bag: "I grew up eating meat!"

Ye Siming couldn't help but want to chuckle.

But I was afraid that I would annoy the little thing even more if I laughed, so I deliberately pursed my thin lips and tightened my jawline.

He bent down, his narrow eyes filled with indulgence that he didn't even notice: "Where do you want to hit?"

The young man's voice had a unique melodious sound.

Gu Nuoer thought for a moment and punched him on the shoulder.

Intensity that is neither painful nor itchy.

Ye Siming felt nothing.

I just couldn't help but care about her: "There are bones in your shoulders, so be careful if your hands hurt."

Gu Nuoer also felt so.

Although Ye Siming couldn't feel any pain, her hands were too soft.

The blow that had just hit him on the shoulder seemed to have hit an iron wall.

The little guy was very strong and kept silent, but he shed more tears.

She said distressedly: "Well, it's not appropriate to slap him in the face. Brother Siming is so beautiful..."

Ye Siming frowned.

pretty?

Gu Nuoer's eyes moved to Ye Siming's belly.

The stomach is soft and the injection should not cause pain in the hand.

With the little guy thinking this, he punched him again.

However, the young man's figure is strong and his waist muscles are strong and lean.

Even if he was hit, he wouldn't feel anything.

Gu Nuoer felt her fingertips were numb.

She waved her little hand: "Damn it, I can't hurt you at all. I won't play anymore!"
Chapter completed!