Little Thing That Is Pushing Your Luck

Ye Siming pursed his thin lips and took the cloth from her then sat down next to her.

His slender fingertips quickly peeled off the chestnut shell.

He pretended to ask casually, "Your hand… is fine now?"

Gu Nuo'er hummed and raised her pinky to check it.

Her fair and tender finger was as smooth as before without any wounds.

"Elder Brother Siming, after hearing what you said, I really feel a little pain! Hurry up and peel the chestnuts for me to eat. Perhaps I'll be completely healed then~"

Ye Siming gritted his teeth when he heard that. "The little thing that is pushing your luck."

When Ye Siming handed five to six whole peeled chestnuts to Gu Nuo'er, they were no longer as hot.

She ate happily and didn't forget to break another piece to share with the dog.

Unexpectedly, the puppy seemed to have eaten its fill and didn't even try to smell it. It just lay on its side and started snoring.