Xuye Cheng snapped his eyes open and sat up, utterly bewildered.

Had he just fallen asleep!?

He glanced at his glowing phone beside him, another wave of surprise hitting him.

But then, crushing fatigue surged through his body.

Xuye Cheng felt all strength drain away. A peeling sensation on his right arm made him pause. He turned to see a soft, flesh-colored object on the bed.

Totally confused, he picked up the thing—it looked like a face mask.

He spread it out. It resembled a mask, but the material was softer, like latex.

He checked his arm. The spot where the black blob had clung yesterday was now just slightly red.

Was this what stuck to his hand last night?

But hadn’t it burned to a crisp? How was it perfectly fine today?

The more Xuye Cheng thought, the weirder it felt.

First, a random explosion. Then, something glued to his hand, impossible to remove. Now, that black blob was…

A mask?

Xuye Cheng pinched his cheek. Sharp pain confirmed it.

Not a dream.

He examined the mask, turning it over. Nothing special except the material.

But he sensed this thing wasn’t ordinary.

He tugged it. It didn’t tear easily.

Try it on?

Its uncanny origin meant it couldn’t be simple.

Xuye Cheng pressed the mask to his face. A cool, suction-like sensation spread instantly. He froze, unease flooding him.

Then the feeling vanished.

“Huh!? What…” He touched his face. His fingertips felt only his own skin—no trace of anything stuck.

What is this!?

He climbed down his bunk bed. His foot slipped on the ladder, nearly making him fall.

A bad feeling crept in.

Panicked, he rushed to the bathroom. It was dark inside. He backtracked to flip the light on.

Staring into the mirror, Xuye Cheng froze.

The person reflected—those features—was a stunning girl!

Big eyes, small mouth, bright gaze, fair skin. He stared, dumbfounded.

He leaned forward slightly, bringing his face closer.

“Whoa…” Xuye Cheng muttered at his reflection. “This is insane?”

He turned left and right. The face looked utterly real.

Only his hairstyle ruined it—still his old, awkward cut.

His build was clearly male, yet topped with such a delicate face. It felt jarring.

The shock was overwhelming…

It took Xuye Cheng ages to snap out of it.

Wait, is this all it does? Make him look like a cute girl?

Sure, the effect was incredible, but it lacked that cool factor.

He pinched his cheek again. Smooth, soft texture greeted his fingers.

It really was a girl’s face…

Back with Ji Qingying, they’d barely held hands, let alone kissed.

Xuye Cheng suddenly felt a pang of regret.

In their whole month together, they’d done nothing. Meanwhile, his playboy friend He Xiaohan—after just a week with a girlfriend—had her offering adult stuff.

He felt like he’d missed out big time.

If he got a redo, he’d pin Ji Qingying against the wall and kiss her senseless…

The thought made his blood surge, then crashed into disappointment.

He knew he couldn’t do it. He was a wimp.

His expression turned gloomy.

He sighed, tugging at his skin. The mask felt incredibly real, stuck tight. Pain blurred the line between fake and real.

But how to take it off!?

A serious problem hit him.

He felt his face. No uneven edges. His fingers traced down until the smooth texture vanished at a boundary.

“Xuye Cheng! Open the door!” A knock shattered the silence. Panic seized him.

Crap, his roommate was back.

The beautiful face in the mirror showed pure panic. His hands trembled.

“Baby Cheng, hurry! I’m loaded down!!” the guy yelled again.

“Hold on!” Xuye Cheng called back, frantically searching.

Damn it, where was the edge? How to remove this thing?

He felt his neck. Nothing unusual.

Was he stuck like this forever!?

His face stiffened.

His already bleak life was about to be ruined…

“Xuye Cheng! You little bastard, were you jerking off? Damn, why so slow? Hurry, I’m dropping everything…”

Suddenly, a cool sensation spread. The mask peeled off his face.

Bewildered, Xuye Cheng stared at the mask in his hand. Another knock came. He stuffed it into his pocket and rushed to open the door.

A dark-skinned guy wobbled in with a cardboard box, then dropped it with a thud.

He wiped sweat off his brow.

“What were you doing? I’ve been calling forever. Hiding a girl in there?” he panted, glaring at Xuye Cheng.

Xuye Cheng gave him a weird look, then snorted. “If I had a girl, I wouldn’t open for you.”

“True. You wimp couldn’t pull that off anyway.”