The Tyrant Father's Pampered Daughter - Chapter 936: If You're Not Feeling Well, Tell Me, I'll Carry You
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Chapter 936: If You're Not Feeling Well, Tell Me, I'll Carry You

Chapter 936: If Youre Not Feeling Well, Tell Me, Ill Carry You

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

Whats wrong? I thought you didnt feel any pain?

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

However, Ye Siming knew very well.

Gu Nuoer 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 Nuoer 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 doesnt hurt! But were already at the foot of the village. Lets walk over!

Gu Nuoer stroked the warhorses black mane. Little Black is tired!

Ye Siming curled his lips and sneered. Its a warhorse with the t.i.tle of a thousand-kilometer fast horse. It once brought Old Bai and ran for three days and three nights in an enemy country without stopping. It wont feel tired and isnt as delicate as you.

As if to echo what Ye Siming had said, the warhorse under him raised its head and neighed extremely mighty.

Its two majestic front hooves took a few steps forward.

It seemed to be saying that it still wanted to continue galloping.

Gu Nuoer puffed up her pink cheeks and said angrily, Hmph, Little Black is the same as Elder Brother Siming and wants to bully me. Ill go down myself!

Her small body jumped and she landed on the ground.

This jump was amazing.

She felt that the small flesh on her b.u.t.t was already sore. With the impact from the jump, she felt even more uncomfortable.

It was all Elder Brother Simings fault for putting on such a tough saddle!

Gu Nuoer puffed up her small face in dissatisfaction. From Ye Simings angle, she looked like an angry fish blowing bubbles.

The youth sat on the back of the horse and couldnt help but raise his smiling eyes.

If youre not feeling well, just say it. Ill carry you.

Gu Nuoer looked at him with her big watery eyes.

She muttered softly, Hmph, Elder Brother Siming is really generous now.

The child raised her fair neck and said proudly, Ill walk by myself!

She walked towards Qingxi Village with small steps.

Ye Siming was not in a hurry. He sat on the horse and followed her slowly.

Under the excellent sunlight, the green trees and the flowers in the wilderness complemented each other.

The adorable girl was wearing an embroidered dress and with a small ta.s.sel on her head, walking rather unhappily.

On her small face, her tender and rosy cheeks were kissed by the sunlight. Her skin that was like tender tofu emitted a cute red glow.

Her grape-like eyes under her thin eyebrows looked like they were filled with water.

However, the child puffed up her pink cheeks and looked a little angry.

As for the youth riding a horse at the side, his hair was tied up with a jade headgear and his brown robe was as dazzling as gold.

His posture was tall and straight, his eyebrows carrying a hint of joy.

Ye Siming looked at the child at the side from time to time.

He was waiting for her to speak.

Qin Song and the others followed behind and watched this scene. It was as beautiful as a painting.

A breeze blew between them, bringing with it an extremely comfortable and beautiful feeling.

When their marquis was by Princess Yaoguangs side, it seemed as if all of his violence could be calmed down.

He would become a completely patient person.

Gu Nuoer walked for a while and really couldnt walk anymore.

Her legs were sore.

She stopped and looked up at Ye Siming.

First, she looked at him with her big pitiful eyes but didnt say anything.

Usually, at such a time, Ye Siming would compromise.

However, this time, Ye Siming looked away from her.

With that, he wouldnt be hit by the weak and pitiful gaze in Gu Nuoers eyes.

Gu Nuoer stomped her feet in anger. Hmph!