If You're Not Feeling Well, Tell Me, I'll Carry You

Ye Siming raised his eyebrows leisurely, his cold eyes immediately dyed with a hint of playfulness.

"What's wrong? I thought you didn't feel any pain?"

Along the way, he had already restrained his speed a lot.

However, Ye Siming knew very well.

Gu Nuo'er was delicate. No matter what, she would feel uncomfortable.

He was calm and composed, waiting for her to call him her precious little husband.

However, Gu Nuo'er was very stubborn.

The child gritted her teeth, pouted her pink lips, and softly cursed, "Bad doggy."

She raised her rosy face, her black eyes sparkling. "It doesn't hurt! But we're already at the foot of the village. Let's walk over!"

Gu Nuo'er stroked the warhorse's black mane. "Little Black is tired!"