Chapter 100: Two Bowls of Noodles

Perhaps because he had slept too long in the afternoon, He Fang was brimming with energy at night, clutching his phone and dragging Qin Guanglin into the world of immortal cultivation.

The phone buzzed incessantly, and Qin Guanglin struggled to keep his eyes open as he tapped on the keyboard to reply, feeling like a falcon being boiled alive—and he was the falcon being stewed.

He had thought about saying goodnight a few times, but each time He Fang sent a message, he couldn't help but respond, always thinking they'd chat just a little longer. Before he knew it, it was already past midnight, then one o'clock.

At some point, he couldn't hold out any longer. His phone clattered onto the pillow, and with the lights still on, he fell asleep.

Morning.

The weekend sunlight streamed in through the window, landing directly on Qin Guanglin's face. He half-opened his eyes in a daze, stared at the ceiling for a couple of seconds, then hurriedly reached for his phone beside him.