At that moment, Xiao Qinghe wanted nothing more than to laugh sarcastically right in that boss's face.
I nearly sacrificed my virtue just to earn a little money.
Fuck!
What a massive loss!
Looking back at the frozen system interface, his heart trembled.
One day apart truly felt like three years.
He had only slept once in the Three-Dimensional World, but his consciousness had spent three years inside the system.
Over a thousand days and nights, calling "Master" again and again, too many times to count-how could he bear to let go?
And his little junior sister, so lonely and helpless, yet so kind and clingy-even if she was only a string of data in a game system, how could cold, lifeless code replace the bond between them?
Xiao Qinghe closed his eyes, holding back the burning in them.
Then he looked again at everything in the system-
On the main screen, he lay on the familiar bed in the little wooden house.
To his left, Bai Yuqing lay flat on his back, fully dressed, his eyes closed and his expression peaceful. Only his grip on Xiao Qinghe's left hand was tight.
To his right, Xie Jun lay on her side, pressed close against him, her devilishly beautiful face resting on his shoulder. One arm lay possessively across his waist, holding him tight.
Beside the bed, a man in green sat lazily in a bamboo chair, his long legs crossed.
He toyed with the Bamboo Flute in one hand, his eyes half closed.
He seemed to be taking a nap, yet also seemed to be watching over the three people on the bed, waiting for them to awaken.
At the doorway, a pale yellow skirt fluttered upward.
There was no telling whether its wearer was coming in or had just