The Mightiest Little Master of Metaphysics

In early summer afternoons, the sun blazes fiercely. Yun Qi still adheres to the routine from Yuqing Temple—afternoon naps are a must.

Yun Qiuce strolled leisurely into the living room, followed by Pang Hu who was carrying a bag of snacks.

"Wait here, I'll go up and check."

Pang Hu quickly stopped him, "Brother Yun, let's wait a little longer. Master Xiao Qi is still sleeping."

"Tch, look at you being all cowardly. I'm her uncle; if she doesn't give me face, who else would she?"

Yun Qiuce said as he went upstairs.

He opened the bedroom door, finding Yun Qi lying in a small bundle on a big princess bed, surrounded by pink drapes, making the whole atmosphere cozy and romantic.

It seemed like there was a sleeping beauty lying on the bed.