-1-
She was dreaming.
...Also, there was no sister in the dream.
She was supposed to dream only of her sister.
A sister who had long since died and was completely stuck in the past.
——But that person was not her sister, she knew it clearly.
Even though she couldn't even see the man's face.
I don't understand and I'm not sure.
A very, very vague dream... She didn't understand where she was standing, nor did she understand... what she was doing... where she was...
-2-
【very nice. 】
The waves beat against the rocks, and the white dome looked like the hem of a god's robe.
You are so nice.
The voice was childish yet gentle, better than any lullaby she had ever heard.
Can I play a song for you?
…Yes, that’s the sound of the guitar.
Rustic, simple, pure, just strings plucked by fingers, without any fancy timbre.
But it was the most beautiful guitar sound she had ever heard.
Accompanied by the most gentle singing she had ever heard.
-3-
Who is playing that?
Who is singing again?
——She knew nothing.
In her dream, she seemed to have forgotten everything and could not help dancing. Her wrists and ankles seemed to have jingling bells hanging on them, and she danced to the most beautiful music in the world.
She couldn't remember the melody or the lyrics, she just remembered that she was dancing and was very happy.
…was it a memory she had left behind? Or was it a friend she had witnessed passing away in the long river of time?
-4-
I've already started missing you.
【I will wait here forever.】
Please remember to come back and see me.
-5-
The beautiful guitar music was gradually swallowed up by the waves. She stood in a vague dream, feeling confused.
Who are you?
You are not my sister, because you sound so sad, as if you are always waiting for someone who never looks back.
You will not be one of those friends who have disappeared into the long river of time - the non-people I once talked to -
Because, anyone she can classify as a friend will never make a promise to "wait forever".
-6-
They are self-aware.
There is a deep chasm between M and any other person, any other being.
No one dared to approach her.
No one would wait for her.
...By the way, was this really a dream?
The dead don't dream, do they?
I couldn't possibly...use my own power...to dream of such an obscure...
-7-
“Drip, drip, drip.”
Miss M closed her eyes and stretched out her hand, subconsciously hitting the alarm clock that was ringing at the bedside.
Stretch, swing, clap——
"Bang! Boom, boom, boom—"
There was a series of collisions with different sounds.
It sounds like the alarm clock is absolutely smashed to pieces.
...Hmm.
etc.
-8-
Would there be something as discordant as an "alarm clock" in her bedroom?
As a boss, she never comes to work on time!
-9-
Miss M suddenly opened her eyes and looked at the ground——
On the floor, in a depression the size of a basketball.
The subordinate's alarm clock was lying there in pieces.
Next to it was a dying cup of tomato juice with more than half of it spilled. On the broken handle was a sticky note that read "Take small sips even if your throat is dry."
-10-
Ms. M: “…”
-11-
Within three seconds, Miss M was overwhelmed by a strong sense of guilt and shame that came from nowhere.
Three seconds later, the dry throat and throbbing nerves caused by the hangover hit her, and she was completely awake.
I'm sober now.
After waking up, Miss M immediately regained her confidence.
With a completely justified attitude, Miss M immediately shouted towards the kitchen:
"Little P! Why did you put the alarm clock in my room? It's so noisy! You know, your alarm clock deserves to be destroyed! If you keep putting your things around, I'll destroy it too!!"
-12-
"...I understand. I deserve your destruction."
However, the next second, a weak reply came.
Not from a distant kitchen.
But from her side.
-13-
Miss M lowered her head.
Mr. P was lying on the pillow on the other side, his hair and pajamas were messy, and his eyes were half closed.
"Sleep for five more minutes."
After speaking almost in a dream, he slowly pulled the corner of the quilt over his entire face.
-14-
"...Did we sleep together last night?"
"No."
"Don't be shy, Little P. How many times have you slept together?"
"Zero."
"Did I have a good time? How many times did I have a good time? I'm too drunk to remember clearly. Please tell your boss the details."
"none."
"Don't be so stubborn, Xiao P. If you didn't sleep, why do you look so drained?"
"Because I took care of the drunkard, taking off his shoes, bathing him, and changing his clothes until six this morning."
“…”
"Please...sleep for five more minutes..."
Miss M did not waver.
Nor was he discouraged by the continuous denials from his subordinates.
-15-
She reached out and nudged his shoulder.
…It wasn’t really a nudge, more like a slap.
"Hey. Little P. We rolled around last night, right?"
"No."
"Little P is shy about not hanging around with his boss, right?"
"Won't."
"...Then why not just roll around with your boss! Your boss is so cute! Such a cute boss is meant to be rolled around with!"
“…”
-17-
Faced with this series of "rolling around" remarks, Mr. P was speechless.
He could only silently roll to the other side of the bed with his back to his boss.
-18-
Ms. M: “…”
Miss M immediately lifted the quilt, crawled over on her knees on the bed, reached out and began to pat his shoulders at a high frequency.
"Little P, get up!"
"No……"
"Get out of here with your boss!"
"No……"
"Come on, come on, play some adult rolling around with your boss!"
"No……"
"Little P. Get up!"
“…”
-19-
Mr. P had a premonition that if he did not give a positive response, he would have to face the "rolling around".
——The "rolling around" here refers to being hit on the stomach by Miss M's strong jump, and then she used her hands, feet and head to roll on him continuously, from head to toe, intending to roll him into a flat and dry carpet.
A healthy, young male animal lying flat is by no means flat, nor can it be rolled into a carpet by its boss rolling above it.
This involves physical health issues.
...Don't ask why he knows this, it's just the daily life experience of an M animal.
-20-
Moreover, even if it is a rare, lucky situation that does not involve physical health problems - the boss who rolls around in the morning is in a whim and is confused by the messy pajamas of his subordinates during the rolling process, and then issues another invitation to "roll around" -
"No, Miss M."
"But I want a morning cannon. I've never played with a morning cannon before."
"...First of all, please don't describe this behavior so bluntly. Secondly, intimate activities of opposite sexes beyond social distance in the morning are only for couples."
"But I'm going to—"
"The level of intimacy in morning activities can be directly equated with a good morning kiss. Are you sure you want it?"
“…”
-twenty one-
So the boss pursed his lips and continued to roll around angrily.
The kind of rolling that could turn him into a carpet and remove the mask of pain.
-twenty two-
"Little P—Little P—don't be shy—you didn't roll around last night, so let's continue this morning—it's rare for your boss to sleep in the same bed with you! Little P—"
This morning, Miss M's mind was still full of thoughts: "Little P was so clingy last night, he even slept with his boss! His boss was very happy! He decided to reward you with two hours of rolling around!"
Mr. P: No.
It's a casual invitation like a supermarket promotion.
-twenty three-
"I'm not clingy, nor did I take the initiative to sleep with you."
"No matter what, it was Little P who took the initiative to sleep in his boss's bed... Hehehe, Little P also kept saying 'separate rooms and beds are crucial'..."
"Separate rooms and beds are of course crucial. You and I are colleagues living together, not a couple on our honeymoon."
“…”
"Besides, this is my bedroom. That thing you just smashed was my alarm clock."
“…”
"My alarm clock wasn't where it shouldn't be. It was just you who showed up where you shouldn't have been last night—and honestly, why did you enjoy getting into my bed so much? I don't have an electric blanket."
How many times has it happened that she appeared in his bed for no apparent reason?
He had clearly carefully arranged the best sleeping conditions, placing the highest quality sheets and quilt covers in her bedroom, and even washing and drying them every week, which was comparable to serving the presidential suite in a five-star hotel.
-twenty four-
Miss M stopped slapping him, and after a while, she pushed him again.
"snort."
She didn't like to crawl into Xiao P's bed, she just liked to ambush him. In theory, she would ambush him in the place where a person's psychological defense is weakest - his own bed - and then attack him when he is unprepared and unexpectedly.
Every time Miss M sneaks into bed, she is deliberate and sinister.
Check the location in advance to confirm that Little P did not close the bedroom door today;
Set an ambush and sneak under his covers while he's asleep;
Always be alert and pay full attention to his back, and don't fall asleep under the covers;
When preparing for a surprise attack, I noticed that Xiao P was about to turn around, so I quietly adjusted his bangs and posed to make sure that this angle made him look the scariest.
...It takes a lot of effort. Miss M's action of getting into bed is strategic.
-25-
Of course, if we simply translate the mental illness circuit, this series of actions can be summarized as:
She just wanted to scare her subordinates to death when they let their guard down.
Scare Little P away, scare Little P to tears, scare Little P into swearing... Little P burst open... hehe...
For this, Miss M is willing to get into his bed thousands of times.
-26-
Over time, crawling into bed became a habit for Miss M. She would crawl into bed every few days, and she would feel uncomfortable if she didn't say a few words to her sleepy subordinates before going to bed.
The habit is so deeply ingrained that even when drunk and unconscious, one still remembers to carry out this horrific act.
——And Xiao P’s bed is different from her own bed. It smells nice and feels warm.
-27-
"Miss M, we didn't have any meaningful 'rolling around' last night."
At this time, the subordinate's calm but slightly helpless explanation came from under the quilt.
"You were drunk, and I took care of you and put you to bed, and I didn't rest until this morning... and you yourself, I don't know why you ended up in my bed."
"Hmph, that must be because Little P brought me here in the middle of the night. Because Little P thinks drunk bosses are really cute..."
That’s true.
Mr. P confessed honestly, "You're very cute when you're drunk. But you're also very smelly. The smell of alcohol is so strong. You're smelly and noisy. It's tiring and annoying to take care of you."
Ms. M: “…”
"So I really don't want to roll around with you, nor do I want to carry you to my bed. I just want to sleep now... Please stop patting my shoulder."
Ms. M: “…”
-28-
Miss M turned around, got out of bed, and silently picked up the sharp steel pointer from the broken alarm clock.
Then she silently climbed back into bed.
-29-
"Xiao P~ Then what? Is there anything else you want to say? Hehehe~ The boss is really looking forward to your new answer~"
"...Dear Boss, would you please put down the needle and cuddle with me for a nap?"
"Of course I do! Little P is so clingy!"
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