The Tyrant Father's Pampered Daughter Chapter 1086 -: My Duty Is to Protect You

Upon hearing this, Ye Siming vividly recalled Gu Nuo’er’s astonishing feat from earlier that afternoon.

He had been in the midst of freely wielding his staff when he turned to find Gu Nuo’er holding Ling Shen’s hand.

With a cute, childish roar, she then lowered her head and charged directly at Guangyun.

Her small head collided with Guangyun’s stomach, and unexpectedly, Guangyun was unable to evade, staggering back two steps before tumbling down.

The child then declared imposingly, “Brother Shen’er, step on her!

“This is for scaring you! And for bullying you!”

Ling Shen, after a moment of hesitation and influenced by Gu Nuo’er, suddenly lifted his little foot and stomped onto Guangyun’s stomach.

Seeing that Guangyun was about to rise and seize both Gu Nuo’er and Ling Shen, Ye Siming intervened.

He stepped forward and delivered a firm strike to the back of Guangyun’s hand.

Recollecting how Gu Nuo’er had used her head to assault Guangyun’s stomach, Ye Siming’s smile widened.

Without even realizing it, he mused aloud, “Is using your head to ram someone’s stomach considered the Iron Head Technique?

“This might be sufficient for dealing with a mere palace maid. However, if you were to face someone proficient in martial arts, I fear you might be in trouble.”

Gu Nuo’er blinked her large, watery eyes and promptly pleaded, “Elder Brother Siming, do teach me martial arts then!

“A great teacher produces a great disciple. You are the most skilled in martial arts. If I learn from you, I am certain I can defeat any evildoers in mere moments.”

As she spoke, she animatedly waved her tiny fists, clenching them tightly to demonstrate her strength to Ye Siming!

Her arms and hands were covered in soft, plump flesh.

Ye Siming paused, bending slightly to meet the child’s gaze at eye level.

A gentle evening breeze stirred, lifting the hair on the youth’s forehead, accentuating his long eyebrows that reached his temples.

His eyes, though appearing deep, were illuminated by a serene, moon-like light. “Do you truly wish to learn?” he inquired softly.

Gu Nuo’er nodded enthusiastically.

In his eyes, the child’s face was round and fair. Beneath her delicate eyebrows, her large eyes were dark and sparkling.

Her eyelashes, like a butterfly’s wings, fluttered gently.

They seemed like tiny fans, their gentle breeze reaching into his heart.

Ye Siming, almost instinctively, broke into a fond smile.

He quickly suppressed his smile, raising his eyebrows. “My purpose is to protect you. What need would there be for me if you were to learn martial arts?”

Gu Nuo’er blinked her long eyelashes and began to list reasons, counting on her small fingers.

“There are many! For instance, having Elder Brother Siming around makes me happy. With you present, no matter how perilous the surroundings, I wouldn’t feel afraid.

“Elder Brother Siming represents a sense of peace within my heart.”

Just then, a playful gust of wind dislodged a small purple flower from a nearby tree.

It happened to land gracefully amidst Gu Nuo’er’s soft, dark hair.

The flower added an even more delicate charm to her features.

Ye Siming’s expression gradually turned serious.

His gaze, as if drawn by an unseen force, drifted to the small, pink lips beneath Gu Nuo’er’s nose.

Noticing Ye Siming’s sudden daze, Gu Nuo’er couldn’t help but call out, “Elder Brother Siming?”

Ye Siming abruptly suppressed a peculiar emotion.

That inexplicable feeling caused his face to flush and his heart to race.

He hurriedly straightened up, turning his head to look away, and took Gu Nuo’er’s hand as they continued walking.

The young man adopted a facade of coldness, as if trying to conceal something.

“When you are older, I shall teach you.

“You are still too young now; you can barely hold a sword properly.”

Gu Nuo’er tugged at his hand mournfully.

Employing a mix of coaxing and cute appeals, she tried to persuade him.

However, Ye Siming remained unfazed, not even glancing her way.

It was as if his decision was final.

The child puffed out her rosy cheeks and snorted indignantly.

“Is it just about growing up?!

“I am an almighty little fairy! How could I possibly be stumped by this?

“Just you wait, Elder Brother Siming!”