If the Little Thing Likes It, Anything Was Fine

Ye Siming grabbed Gu Nuo'er's collar with one hand, picked her up, and walked out.

Gu Nuo'er waved the fog in front of her. "Cough! Who is it?!"

When she saw Ye Siming's cold eyes clearly, the child answered softly.

"So it's my wolfie!"

Hearing this title, Ye Siming raised his eyebrows. His worried and displeased expression dissipated a little.

"What are you doing here yourself? Do you want to raze the kitchen to the ground?"

Gu Nuo'er turned around and looked at the kitchen that was filled with thick smoke. She scratched the tip of her nose in embarrassment. "I don't know how to start a fire…"

This touch accidentally rubbed the ashes from the pot that had gotten onto her soft fingertips on her nose.

Ye Siming frowned and sized her up.

There were two bits of dark spots on each side of the child's soft and fair face.

Now, there was a little more on the tip of her nose.

She was simply like a messy cat.