The Tyrant Father's Pampered Daughter Chapter 965: Why Didn't You Treat Me Well When I Was Injured?

Chapter 965:? Why Didn’t You Treat Me Well When I Was Injured?

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Suddenly, a cold call sounded from in front of them.

“Gu Nuo’er.”

The child looked up and saw that Ye Siming had already changed into a thin set of clothes.

The color was dark purple, but the youth’s hair didn’t look messy. He only looked even more handsome.

Ye Siming asked Qin Song to look after Gu Nuo’er.

Firstly, it was to prevent her from running around. They were surrounded by deep mountains.

Secondly, this was so that the other soldiers who coveted the princess’s cuteness would not get close to her!

However, when he came out after changing his clothes, he saw Gu Nuo’er cleaning Qin Song’s wound.

She had almost never done this to him before!

Ye Siming pursed his thin lips into a thin line and he beckoned at Gu Nuo’er. “Come here.”

Gu Nuo’er blinked at Qin Song and said goodbye. “Elder Brother Siming is bringing me to play!”

After saying that, the child ran quickly towards Ye Siming.

Gu Nuo’er’s round and fair face was filled with joy.

“Elder Brother Siming, where are we going to play?”

Ye Siming glanced at Qin Song and instructed, “You can go home now. Come back in three days.”

After giving his instructions, he held the child’s hand.

Gu Nuo’er skipped and followed Ye Siming to the mountain at the back

The two of them went up the mountain and walked on a small path in the forest.

The sunlight shone through the green leaves, casting mottled shadows.

Fine light dust floated in the wilderness. Some landed on the ends of Gu Nuo’er’s hair, making the ta.s.sels in her black hair shine brightly.

A thin layer of sweat had already appeared on the child’s forehead.

It wet her hair and caused her hair to stick to her fair and smooth skin.

Ye Siming wiped her face with his sleeve.

The youth frowned and pretended to be cold, but his voice was a little nervous and concerned.

“You gave the handkerchief to Qin Song. Now, I can only wipe your sweat with my sleeve.”

Gu Nuo’er smiled, clearly not minding this.

“It’s because Elder Brother Qin Song is injured! That’s why I gave it to him.”

Ye Siming lowered his cold eyes. “When I was injured, I didn’t see you give me your handkerchief.”

Gu Nuo’er widened her black eyes.

“Elder Brother Siming was injured before?”

Ye Siming was speechless.

He didn’t seem to have gotten injured before.

There was only one time when the wound on the back of his hand, which he had deliberately sc.r.a.ped, was about to disappear the next day.

He couldn’t help but stand up and continue walking with the child, looking ahead.

Gu Nuo’er tilted her head and looked at him, feeling that the entire wolf was a little awkward.

Ye Siming pursed his thin lips tightly. The line of his jaw was extremely clear, making his side profile look even more determined.

It was all his fault for being too strong. He thought this.

When something attacked him, he subconsciously counterattacked.

It was a little difficult for him to get injured.

At this moment, Ye Siming suddenly turned around.

A biting cold killing intent suddenly appeared in his originally calm eyes.

His sharp gaze swept behind him.

Gu Nuo’er was puzzled. “What’s wrong, Elder Brother Siming?”

The child also looked back.

The mountain path behind them was silent, and only the sunlight shone.

There was nothing strange about it.

Ye Siming slowly frowned.

“It’s nothing. It might be my imagination,” he said calmly.

However, he became even more vigilant of his surroundings.

Wolves were naturally vigilant. He knew that he hadn’t made a mistake.

There must be something following behind him and Gu Nuo’er.

The youth held Gu Nuo’er’s hand and walked deeper into the mountains.

In the distance on the mountain path, a black shadow gradually crawled out from behind a huge tree.

It only had a pair of blood-red eyes.

The black shadow looked at Gu Nuo’er in the distance greedily.

Her skin was fair and tender, and she had a fragrant spiritual energy on her.

She must taste a lot more delicious than the half-dead mortal from the Zhang Family.

The black shadow quietly followed.