Whenever Trouble Strikes, I Take a Long Nap

A big-hearted, free-spirited senior sister who dares to speak up and take risks × a clingy junior brother with a “Hate the Bright Moon” complex Li Qunyu, a disciple of the Illusion Hall at the Xing Shan Sect, wields the Black Jade Illusion Art. Every time she goes to sleep, she catches a demon. One day, she talks a demon into silence in her dreams; the next, she holds hands with a handsome demon; the day after that, she forces an evil demon to kneel and kowtow. Her life is full and satisfying, and she never has to bow her head. She thought she could sleep carefree like this for the rest of her life... But suddenly, a deafening crash sounded from the sky, followed by devastating news: her beloved and respected master, Xiao Zhou, the elder of the Illusion Hall, had defected to the demon realm. One task after another came her way 1. Use her not particularly nimble mind to uncover the truth behind her master's disappearance. 2. Prop up the Illusion Hall on her frail shoulders. 3. Use her unfiltered mouth to teach her often-distracted junior brother. With a great responsibility suddenly thrust upon her, Li Qunyu had no choice but to try to sleep through life's storms. Ever since Li Er took on a new identity as the Illusion Hall's junior brother, he had begun a series of “Hate the Bright Moon” antics aimed at Li Qunyu. They included, but were not limited to: Hating the moon for hanging high in the sky, when it once shone on me alone; Hating the moon for hanging high in the sky, unaware that it once shone on me alone; Hating the moon for hanging high in the sky, but not shining on me alone; Hating the moon for hanging high in the sky, as if it shone on me alone; Hating the moon for hanging high in the sky, as if it shone on him alone; Hating the moon for hanging high in the sky, because it found out I could glow and shone on me alone; Hating the moon for hanging high in the sky, because it found out I could glow but didn't shine on me alone; Hating the moon for hanging high in the sky, yet always wanting to shine on the other hemisphere; Hating the moon for hanging high in the sky, like a stupid lantern; But in truth, he was hopelessly in love with that bright moon in the sky. Theme: The road did not exist at first. When enough people walk it, a road appears.