The Tyrant Father's Pampered Daughter Chapter 58 - Elder Brother Siming, I'm Hungry

Chapter 58: Elder Brother Siming, I’m Hungry

Gu Nuo’er grinned and said, “I’m here to play with you!”

As she spoke, she climbed onto Ye Siming’s back before he could react.

Ye Siming was surprised. “What are you doing?!”

Gu Nuo’er pointed ahead with her small hand. “Elder Brother Siming, carry me to your room to hide from the rain! Auntie Bai said that it will take a while before she finishes cooking.”

Ye Siming’s eyes were cold. “You really don’t have any reservations at all.”

He didn’t say anything but as expected, grabbed Gu Nuo’er’s calves and ran into the rain with her.

What Gu Nuo’er didn’t expect was that Ye Siming was too fast!

The wind whistled next to her ears.

The light rain hit her face in an instant. She used her small hand to block Ye Siming’s head, helping him to reduce the disturbance from the rain.

Ye Siming felt that this little thing on his back was as light as a feather.

Her milky fragrance wafted over.

Ye Siming couldn’t help but grind his teeth.

She was really a child still wet behind the ears and looked very delicious.

When they reached the corridor, Ye Siming put Gu Nuo’er down.

The child’s hair was stained with raindrops and her fair cheeks were pink. She looked at him with her gla.s.s-like eyes.

Ye Siming raised his eyebrows in confusion. “Why are you still looking at me?”

Gu Nuo’er said softly, “My mother said that before the owner agrees, we can’t enter someone else’s room casually. It’s impolite!”

Ye Siming frowned and impatience appeared in his eyes. He pushed open the door and said to Gu Nuo’er, “Go in.”

His tone sounded like a big bad wolf luring a little girl into a man-eating den.

However, Gu Nuo’er skipped into the room happily.

The child looked around and saw that the room was well-furnished. There were brushes, paper, inkstone, and a shelf full of books. It was obvious that Bai Yi and his wife had put in a lot of effort to nurture Ye Siming.

She saw the cold breakfast that was still on the table and exclaimed, “Elder Brother Siming, Uncle Bai and Auntie Bai are really good to you!”

Ye Siming sat on the chair. His posture looked a little youthful and flirtatious, but his eyes were cold and arrogant.

He grunted casually. “They’re good people.”

This was the truth.

Gu Nuo’er became interested and climbed onto a chair. She picked up a brush and dipped it in some ink before writing three words on the paper.

Ye Siming.

The boy walked over and stopped to look for a while. He then raised his eyebrows. “My name?”

Gu Nuo’er was surprised. “Elder Brother Siming, you can read!”

Ye Siming glanced at her coldly. “Who wouldn’t recognize their own name?”

Gu Nuo’er immediately wrote her name next to his.

Ye Siming looked at it for a long time before saying, “Your handwriting doesn’t look good.”

This was the first time Gu Nuo’er had been treated with disdain so directly!

She puffed up her small face and said angrily, “Elder Brother Siming might not be able to write very well either. Baby Nuo is still young. When I’m four years old, I’ll write beautiful words for you to see!”

Ye Siming smiled and snorted. “Child.”

At this moment, Gu Nuo’er’s stomach rumbled.

She was hungry…

The child looked eagerly… at a certain spot below Ye Siming’s neck.

Ye Siming frowned. “What’s wrong?”

“Elder Brother Siming.” Gu Nuo’er asked very seriously, “I want to drink milk. Do you have any?”

Ye Siming almost flipped the table over.

He said angrily, “Why would I have any?! Don’t be so—!”

Ye Siming’s ears suddenly turned red.

The child who was scolded immediately pouted. She was weak, pitiful, and aggrieved. Tears began to fill her clear eyes.

“Boohoo, Elder Brother Siming, you’re so fierce! I’m hungry!”

After saying that, Gu Nuo’er pounced into Ye Siming’s arms and wrapped her arms around his neck, wanting to act spoiled.

This was a means she often used when n.o.ble Consort didn’t allow her to eat too much.