Sunlight streamed through the carved wooden window, bathing me in its warmth.

The light was too dazzling, and Yin Ming was about to raise his hand to shield his eyes when he suddenly realized something was wrong.

The sensation under his hand was a little strange. He subconsciously moved his hand around the area that his palm was touching and touched it a couple of times. His eyes snapped open.

When Yin Ming saw that he was lying on top of Ling Yao, with his right hand and right leg draped over Ling Yao's chest and legs, he was so frightened that he immediately pulled his hands and feet back, and all sleepiness vanished.

Yin Ming lay flat on his back, staring blankly at the ceiling, his mind unable to process what was happening for a moment.

Can anyone tell him what happened?! Why is he still sleeping with Lingyao?!

I knew that kid's sense of propriety yesterday was all an act! He'll climb into my bed at the first opportunity! I really misjudged him!

Just as Yin Ming was about to unleash a torrent of curses, he suddenly realized that something seemed amiss in the scene before him.

What happened to the ceiling above his bed? Lingyao ripped it off?!

Wait... he doesn't seem to be sleeping in bed right now...

Yin Ming rolled his eyes left and right... What the hell? Why is he lying on the ground?!

So that means...

Yin Ming cautiously turned his head to look at Ling Yao's condition. The other party was lying on his back with his hands folded, breathing steadily and long, obviously still asleep.

Yin Ming immediately felt that it was extremely absurd.

So he ran down and hugged Lingyao to sleep on his own? That can't be! Yin Ming doesn't remember having a sleepwalking habit!

Fortunately, Lingyao hadn't woken up yet. Otherwise, if he saw me holding him while I slept, it would not only easily cause misunderstandings, but Yinming would also be too embarrassed to face anyone!

Yin Ming forced himself to remain calm and quietly got up and lay back down on the bed. After half an hour of pondering life, Ling Yao finally woke up slowly.

When Lingyao brought over a basin of water, which made a soft sound when placed on the low stool by the bedside, Yin Ming pretended to have just woken up, yawned, and sat up.

"Good morning, Yao." Yin Ming remained calm and tried to deduce the truth of last night from Ling Yao's reaction.

Lingyao nodded slightly, his expression unchanged. "You can wash up now."

His expression revealed no flaws, and Yin Ming couldn't help but begin to doubt himself—could it really be that he rolled off the bed by himself?

What's this? Could it be that he subconsciously wants to get closer to Lingyao?

Ah, this... that's unlikely, right? Yin Ming admits he's a sucker for good looks, but he's always considered himself a completely straight man, although...

Although he didn't dislike Lingyao's proximity.

He's gone mad, he must be mad!

Yin Ming quickened his washing up, quickly changed into his disciple's robes, and then, under the pretext of attending morning classes, fled the room as if escaping.

Lingyao watched his disheveled figure flee in panic, a mocking smile playing on her lips.

Last night, while Yin Ming was fast asleep, he used magic to move him off the bed.

She even deliberately pulled back the quilt to make Yin Ming feel cold, so that she would take the initiative to approach him and hold him to sleep.

Lingyao felt a lingering fragrance in her arms. She neatly folded the bedding, poured herself a cup of tea, and savored it.

He needed to think carefully about how to get back into Yin Ming's room tonight.

***

It wasn't until dusk that Yin Ming awkwardly returned to the disciples' quarters with the food he had packed from the cafeteria.

I feel like today was both very long and very short.

What felt long was that he had been absent-minded all day, while what felt short was that he now had to face Lingyao alone again.

To Yin Ming's surprise, when he reluctantly pushed open the door, Ling Yao was not in the room.

Yin Ming casually placed the food he was holding on the table, a question nagging at him.

That's strange. Lingyao is unfamiliar with the Divine Realm. Where could he go?

Yin Ming searched the courtyard thoroughly, even going to the outhouse, but couldn't find a single person.

Surely they wouldn't have gone to find Long Cheng, would they?

Although Yin Ming felt that the possibility was slim, he could only try his luck.

When Yin Ming found Long Cheng, the latter was enjoying a hearty meal in the side room.

"Ming-ge, why are you in such a panic?"

Yin Ming had just asked Long Cheng to go to Wanling Peak, and said that he wanted to pack some food to take back to eat with Ling Yao, so that Long Cheng wouldn't have to call him for meals when he returned.

Long Cheng felt it was pointless to eat alone in the cafeteria, so he packed dozens of dishes to take back to his room to enjoy at his leisure.

Unexpectedly, Yin Ming arrived just as we started.

"Brother Ming, would you like to eat together?" Long Cheng invited in a friendly manner.

Yin Ming did not answer him. He looked around the room and found that the figure he had imagined was not in the room. His tone immediately became anxious.

"Isn't Lingyao here with you?"

"How could he possibly be here with me?" Long Cheng looked at Yin Ming with a strange expression. Anyone could see that Ling Yao and he didn't get along, so how could he let Ling Yao step into his room?

Yin Ming was speechless at his words. He knew that all too well, but he was just desperate and grasped at straws.

Could it be that Lingyao sensed something was wrong in the Divine Realm and went to investigate on his own?

Before Yin Ming could dwell on his thoughts for long, Long Cheng took a sip of his soup and said leisurely, "He'll be fine. I just saw him."

Oh? What's going on?

Yin Ming's inquisitive gaze was fixed on Long Cheng, who felt his scalp tingle from his stare and wisely recounted the details.

"What? You told him about Wanling Peak?!" Yin Ming slapped his forehead. This kid, why does he always mess things up!

Long Cheng nonchalantly scooped up a large spoonful of rice, each grain distinct and plump, soaked in the broth, and put it in his mouth, muttering, "Is there a problem?"

The Myriad Spirits Peak in the Divine Realm isn't a secret place. Even if Lingyao really went there, it wouldn't attract the attention of the patrolling disciples, nor would he be arrested as a spy.

I really don't know what Ming is so nervous about.

"You..." Yin Ming was speechless. Was this the point?! Did this idiot even understand anything?!

Yin Ming was too lazy to waste any more words with him, so he quickly rushed out the door and flew towards Wanling Peak.

Please, please don't let anything happen!