"Senior brother..."
Xie Jun's voice was low and husky as she raised a hand to stroke Xiao Qinghe's face.
"If I were the one trapped in a nightmare, would you enter my dream without hesitation too?"
She had to compete with their master over this too?
Was this some strange competitive streak?
"Don't be ridiculous!" Xiao Qinghe rapped her on the head and scolded, "You and Master are equally important to me. How could I favor one over the other?"
Xie Jun gave a dazed, silly smile and couldn't help pulling him into her arms.
Resting her chin on her senior brother's shoulder, she gently brushed her cheek against his ear.
"Senior brother, you always know how to make me happy. Unfortunately, I wouldn't dare let you enter my dreams."
"Why?"
The young disciple chuckled softly, her lips almost touching Xiao Qinghe's ear as she spoke in a tender whisper, her breath sweet as orchids.
"What fills our thoughts by day fills our dreams by night. I'm afraid my dreams would frighten my honest, innocent senior brother~"
Xiao Qinghe: "..."
What the hell did this brat dream about to make it sound so terrifying?
Before he could ask, Mo Yan stepped forward.
The willow tassel swayed gently. In the fluorescent glow, Mo Yan lowered his eyes and lightly kissed the Bamboo Flute.
The next second, a clear, cool melody began playing without anyone blowing into it, its notes flowing from the Bamboo Flute.
The vast, ethereal music lingered and circled endlessly.
Accompanied by those misty notes, the Bamboo Flute turned, and its kissed end touched Xiao Qinghe between the brows.
Xiao Qinghe shuddered, closed his eyes, and sank into the dream.
Then someone kicked him awake.
Zhao Guangyi stood over him, sneering. "Who do you think you are? A worthless