Chapter 201： love this fragile milk bun

Sir Xue suddenly felt a biting cold and shiver from head to toe.

Forcing his legs to tremble, he finally fell to the ground and kowtowed: "I remember the emperor's teachings!"

This is the emperor warning Mr. Xue.

Hundreds of officials wondered in their hearts, this time, why did the emperor change his previous style of killing people at every turn, and instead chose the hint of sinfulness?

But now it's more scary.

In the carriage, Gu Nuoer was lying on the cushion, like a group of kittens, sleeping sweetly and returning to sleep.

Ye Siming glanced sideways at her many times, and took out an oiled paper bag.

After the slender knuckles were taken apart, a sweet scent wafted out immediately.

"Huh?" Gu Nuo'er sniffed, opened her eyes in a daze, and sat up: "What kind of smell! It's so fragrant."

Yesiming pressed down his lips and smiled calmly, pretending to be serious: "Sugar cake, I think you should be full for breakfast, can't you eat now?"

Sugar cookies?

Gu Nuoer hurriedly crawled to Ye Siming's side with her little hands and feet, and looked at the golden and crispy sugar cookies inside the oil paper bag in his hand.

"Wow! It looks so much better than the dark one last time! It should be sweet."

Yesiming pursed her thin lips, and handed the oiled paper bag to her, with a very arrogant tone: "Do you know if you taste it?"

The little guy couldn't wait to reach out his hand, but as soon as he touched it, he retracted his hand hot.

"It's hot!"

Her soft white little finger flesh was burnt to a deep red.

Gu Nuo'er involuntarily wet her eyes. Although she didn't want to cry, she was too delicate, so the pain was intense.

She blew her fingertips aggrievedly, raised her head and looked at Ye Siming, her long eyelashes fluttering, her tears would not fall, she looked weak, pitiful and helpless.

Ye Siming frowned, grabbed her wrist immediately, and pulled it in front of her to look at the burn.

The skin of the little thing is too delicate, just touch it, it seems to be swollen.

He didn't think about it and forgot that she was a fragile baby.

Seeing her grievance, Ye Siming showed helplessness in his cold eyes: "I didn't remind you, I'm wrong, don't move."

After all, he grabbed Gu Nuo'er's injured fingertip.

In an instant, a coldness spread from her little finger to her arm.

The burning pain quickly disappeared.

Gu Nuoer's eyes widened: "It doesn't hurt anymore! Brother Siming is so amazing, his palm is cold!"

Yesiming sneered perfunctorily.

Squeamish little thing.

He can only take care of it more carefully, he regards Gu Nuoer as a flower he keeps.

This flower requires more energy to take care of than everything he has done before.

He held her injured fingertips in one hand, reducing the heat for her.

With the other hand, she picked up the sugar cake, took the initiative to blow it, and put it under her lips: "I take it, you eat it."

Gu Nuoer's eyes widened: "Brother Siming, don't you feel hot?"

"Not as squeamish as you are."

Gu Nuoer lowered her head, carefully bared her small teeth, and took a bite.

Her wiggling little head shattered and trembled, very cute.

Gu Nuoer squinted her eyes happily when she ate something sweet.

Seeing her like this, Ye Siming couldn't help but raised his lips and gave a very light smile.

"Is it delicious?"

"Acridine!"

Yesiming lowered his eyes and suppressed a smile.

It's not worth it he was thinking about it in the kitchen before dawn.

Gu Nuoer obediently bit the sugar cake in his hand, Ye Siming saw that she looked good.

He was very satisfied.

I'm starting to like this fragile milk bun.