The True Young Miss Is A Spoiled Boss

The master in the dream coughed for a while before he stopped.

He pursed his lips and laughed suddenly.

"Little Eryi, will you be afraid when you are alone there?"

"You girl, you are so courageous, you must not be afraid, right?"

"If you're afraid, give Master a dream, okay? Master misses you."

Xing Jiu'an squatted in front of the master and looked up at him.

"Master, even if I'm not here, take good care of yourself."

"Otherwise, I will be sad."

Xing Jiu'an stood up, she walked away slowly, and gradually left here.

There was a vast expanse of white outside, Xing Jiu'an stretched out her hand, and snowflakes fell through her hand.

She doesn't care either.

She didn't know when she would wake up from this dream, so she simply sat down.

Leaning against a tree, closed his eyes slightly, and fell asleep unconsciously.

When I woke up, someone knocked on the door.

Xing Jiu'an didn't have time to get up.

She seemed to have slept for too long, as if a century had passed after she slept.

When I opened my eyes, I was confused and tired.

He even forgot that he still had the urge to wake up.

But the people who came here obviously knew it.

He whispered at the door, "Little Senior Sister, are you awake?"

It was Su Yize's voice.

However, isn't he out of time these days?

Xing Jiu'an didn't have time to think about it, she responded, only to find that her voice was extraordinarily hoarse.

"I'll be out soon."

The people outside the door responded in a low voice, and then there was no movement.

Xing Jiu'an came out after washing up.

It was already night, and she had slept for a long time.

"Jiu'an, come quickly, I washed the fruit." Mu Qing called aside.

Xing Jiu'an looked at it, and inexplicably remembered Mu Qing in her dream, she took back her eyes again, as if she didn't dare to look again.

Mu Qing's eyes sank slightly.

It seemed that, for some unknown reason, the little junior sister started to avoid him again.

"Aren't you awake yet?" Mu Qing came over and asked in a very ordinary tone.

"You've been sleeping for a long time, don't you want to eat something?" Mu Qing coaxed.

The fruits in his hand are all Xing Jiu'an likes to eat, and they are all processed and can be eaten directly.

Xing Jiu'an glanced at Mu Qing, then took the plate and ate slowly.

"I'm going to cook, you and Su Yize go to play for a while."

"……Oh."

"Little senior, little senior, come quickly." Su Yize took Xing Jiu'an's arm, "The variety show is about to start."

"Why are you here suddenly?" Xing Jiu'an asked.

The teenager put on a pitiful expression, "Little Senior Sister, the first sentence you asked me was this, you don't love me anymore, don't you miss me?"

He had a look of grievance on his face.

Xing Jiu'an's face was indifferent.

She was still immersed in a dream, and more or less did not want to answer these words.

She wouldn't embarrass herself, so she didn't say anything.

The young man was really sad.

"Hey, little sister, you don't love me anymore."

Xing Jiu'an was indifferent.

"Woooooo, I'm so sad."

Xing Jiu'an continued to be indifferent.

"Ow, I'm going to cry."

Xing Jiu'an looked impatient, "Shut up."

"Oh." Very obedient.

Unfortunately, after a while, he started again.

"Sister, I miss you so much."

"Sister, do you miss me?"

"I've been really busy lately. I have classes, extracurricular tutoring, and a lot of other things to do. I don't have time to play."

"Then you today..."

"Come and see the little sister." The young man smiled brightly.