Then I'll Just Carry You Like This

Ye Siming frowned coldly and gritted his teeth as he lifted her in front of him. "Gu Nuo'er, do you want to fall to your death?"

Gu Nuo'er seemed like she was not afraid of falling at all. She giggled and shook her chubby hands in Ye Siming's arms.

With a smack, two warm hands covered Ye Siming's cheeks.

Ye Siming was speechless.

Gu Nuo'er's watery eyes curved and were filled with cuteness. "It's warm, isn't it? Wow, Elder Brother Siming, your face is indeed very cold, just like ice!"

Ye Siming looked puzzled. "What are you doing?"

"I'm warming you up. I told you to and let you get on the carriage, but you were too embarrassed to do that and the wind outside is too cold. I've been hugging the heater for a long time so I'm really warm now. Elder Brother Siming, do you want to hug me?"

Ye Siming's expression froze and looked at Gu Nuo'er's pure black eyes. His ears could not help but turn red.