Next to the tent was the arena where the soldiers usually used to spar for fun.
Ye Siming carried Gu Nuo'er and had nowhere to go, so he simply placed her to sit down on the arena.
This time, he would only be able to see the child's round and fair face when he looked up slightly.
Gu Nuo'er was still thinking about what Ye Siming had said just now.
Her eyelashes were lowered and her eyes were sparkling like stars.
"Elder Brother Siming, so you first went to beat the bad mountain bandits until they cried, then went back to save Uncle Bai Yi?"
Ye Siming crossed his arms and leaned against the arena, sniffing the sweet fragrance on the child's body. He raised his eyebrows noncommittally.
Gu Nuo'er said with her pink lips, "Wow, you're so amazing. The uncles are all so seriously injured, but you're fine!"
Ye Siming pondered for a moment and suddenly raised his right hand.
"Actually, I still got injured."