Must You Stick Your Face to Mine?

Ye Siming wrapped his left hand around the child to prevent her from sliding down.

He raised his boots and entered the courtyard.

This was a huge palace because Consort Mo liked peace.

In addition, she didn't trust guards but trusted her own mechanisms more.

Therefore, there was no one outside the hall.

Only the setting sun lit up the place. There was a tall flowering tree in the courtyard.

A breeze blew past, bringing with it a colorful scene.

The grass was green and the wild flowers bloomed brightly.

Gu Nuo'er was so nervous that she pressed her entire face against Ye Siming's.

Ye Siming stopped in his tracks and his ears immediately turned red.

He looked sideways slightly. "What are you doing?"

The child's big eyes observed back and forth, looking extremely serious and vigilant.

"I'm observing! If any silver needles suddenly fly out, I'll be able to remind Elder Brother Siming."