There's A Type of Happiness Called Stability

Ye Siming adjusted his posture and slowly rocked the baby like how he had carried Gu Nuo'er back then.

As expected, the baby in his arms stopped crying and fell asleep with a faint furrow on his brows.

At the same time, he even sucked on his small hand.

He had clearly found peace in Ye Siming's arms.

Seeing this, Gu Nuo'er covered her mouth and smiled. She said in a soft voice, "Elder Brother Siming, he trusts you a lot.

"My mother said that babies like to get close to good people the most and feel at ease in their arms. Looks like this baby thinks so too."

Ye Siming lowered his head and frowned.

He was a good person?

He was a good person just because he knew how to coax a baby?

Gu Nuo'er was really terrifyingly naive.

However, Ye Siming couldn't help but be gentler in his actions because of her words.

It was only after he narrowed his eyes and observed for a long time that he said to Gu Nuo'er, "He's so ugly."