Ye Siming lowered his eyes and looked at the child in front of him with her hands on her hips. Her face was pink and her tender lips were pouting.
He raised his eyebrows. "Then I won't give money next time. I'll just beat her up, alright?"
Gu Nuo'er waved her little finger. "That won't do either. Elder Brother Siming, you'll have to act according to the situation in the future!"
Ye Siming chuckled. "What if I don't understand?"
"How can that be? Let's try it now."
After saying that, the child narrowed her eyes and raised her eyebrows.
"Elder Brother Siming, do you understand?"
Ye Siming pondered for a moment. "It's too obscure. I don't understand it."
The child opened her soft arms and blinked again. "How about this?"
The boy's eyes were dark, but they were stained with a smile that was like stars.
He said in a low voice, "This I understand. You're asking for a hug."