The True Young Miss Is A Spoiled Boss

The master in the dream coughed for a long time before stopping.

He pursed his lips and laughed suddenly.

"Xiao Eryi, you are alone over there, are you afraid?"

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

"If you are scared, please give Master a dream, Master misses you."

Xing Jiuan squatted in front of the master, looking up at him.

"Master, even if I'm not here, I have to take good care of myself."

"Otherwise, I will be sad."

Xing Jiuan stood up, she walked away slowly, and gradually left here.

There was a vast expanse of white outside, Xing Jiuan stretched out his 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.

He leaned against a tree, closed his eyes slightly, and fell asleep without knowing it.

When I woke up, someone knocked on the door.

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

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

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

I even forgot about getting up.

But the visitor obviously knows it.

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

It was Su Yize's voice.

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

Xing Jiuan didn't have time to think about it, she answered, only to find that her voice was particularly 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 night, and she had slept for a long time.

"Jiu'an, come on, I have washed the fruit." Mu Qing called from the side.

Xing Jiu'an looked over, and inexplicably remembered Mu Qing in her dream. She retracted her eyes again, as if she didn't dare to look again.

Mu Qing's eyes sank slightly.

It seems that, without knowing why, the little junior sister started to avoid him again.

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

"You have slept for a long time, don't you want to eat something?" Mu Qing cajoled.

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

Xing Jiuan glanced at Mu Qing, then took the plate and ate slowly.

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

"……Oh."

"Little Senior Sister, Little Senior Sister, come soon." Su Yize took Xing Jiuan's arm, "The variety show is about to begin."

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

The teenager put on a pitiful expression, "Little Sister, your first sentence was to ask me this, you don't love me, don't you want me?"

He was accusingly aggrieved.

Xing Jiu'an was indifferent.

She was still a little immersed in dreams, more or less not wanting to answer these words.

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

The boy really felt even more sad.

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

Xing Jiuan is indifferent.

"Oh, I'm so sad."

Xing Jiuan continued to be indifferent.

"Oh oh oh, I'm going to cry."

Xing Jiuan looked impatient, "Shut up."

"Oh." Very obedient.

Unfortunately, after a while, he started again.

"Little Sister, I miss you so much."

"Little Sister, do you want me?"

"I'm really busy lately. I have to go to class, have extracurricular tutoring, and there are so many other things to do. I don't have time to play."

"Then you today..."

"Come and see Little Senior Sister." The boy smiled brightly.