Xuye Cheng was instantly speechless.

That mask had somehow been put on again... He sighed, stood up, and looked in the mirror. The reflection showed a face utterly unfamiliar yet strangely familiar.

It was so late; wearing it shouldn’t matter. After all, that guy was already asleep.

Thinking this, Xuye Cheng lowered his head to keep washing clothes.

Why wasn’t such a pretty girl his girlfriend?

He thought helplessly. Unbeknownst to him, that face—with a slightly deflated expression and faintly pursed pink lips—was incredibly alluring.

Wringing the clothes, Xuye Cheng felt he couldn’t muster any strength.

Probably just too tired lately... He did his best to wring out the water, hung the clothes on hangers, and took them to the balcony’s drying rack.

Passing Zheng Wenxuan’s bed, he glanced guiltily at him. Zheng slept soundly, the blanket tangled to one side.

Normally, Xuye Cheng would have tucked the blanket back over him.

But in this state, it was better to avoid anything that might wake him.

Xuye Cheng quickly finished hanging the clothes, tidied the bathroom, and dragged his exhausted body to bed.

He pinched his cheek. This face felt soft and supple, smooth and delicate under his fingertips—nothing like his own pockmarked skin.

He truly envied this texture.

He didn’t ask for god-tier looks; he just wished his face wouldn’t get oily and break out so easily. Slack off for a while, and his skin turned terrible.

How to take it off...

Xuye Cheng sighed helplessly.

Try calling his own name?

He tried it. Useless...

As expected, it had to be someone else.

Xuye Cheng yawned. Midnight already.

“Time to sleep,” he muttered. “Zheng Wenxuan can just call my name tomorrow morning.”

This thing on his face felt no different.

Thinking this, he pulled up the blanket and lay down.

Exhaustion hit hard. As soon as he settled, a wave of fatigue washed over him, and he drifted off fast.

The next morning, Xuye Cheng woke naturally.

He blinked open his eyes groggily and felt a sharp pain.

Something felt off about his body.

His morning wood didn’t seem awake.

Usually, it started its morning exercises when he woke.

Overwork making him weak?

Drowsily, he rolled over and grabbed his phone. His cheek itched.

He glanced at the pillow. Strands of long hair.

Whose hair... Xuye Cheng jolted. When had his hair gotten so long!?

He sat up. His pajamas slipped down. The collar brushed his skin, itchy. Hair fell on his shoulders, brushing his face.

What’s going on...

He swallowed hard. A bad thought surged.

His heartbeat quickened. Breathing grew rapid.

He heard his own soft, delicate panting. Xuye Cheng froze.

“This is...” His brain crashed at the crisp female voice from his mouth.

A dream...

He looked down. His chest was half-hidden, with new soft curves. His gaze dropped to them.

His bed had curtains—no risk of being seen.

His chest skin was flawless like jade, faintly pink at the collarbone.

Blood rushed to his forehead. Cheeks burned.

Had he... turned into a girl?

His gaze dropped lower. His short pajama pants hung loose, revealing long, slender white legs. Palms grew hot. He pinched his thigh—soft.

The feel was so good he touched it twice more. He pulled his hand back and reached between his legs.

Gone! Really gone...

What’s happening...

His heart skipped. The mask?

He pulled up the pajama collar slipped off his shoulder. Adjusted his shoulders.

His body seemed smaller...

He rubbed his shoulders. Why else would the pajamas be so loose...

He grabbed his phone, opened the camera, brushed aside the hair blocking his view. Froze at the girl with long, flowing hair in the screen.

No way...

“Holy shit...” He gasped, then remembered the dorm and covered his mouth.

Yesterday it only changed his looks. Today, everything?

Xuye Cheng was utterly confused. He studied his body. His chest wasn’t full but softly rounded. Waist slender. Hips curvier.

Like a girl stealing boys’ clothes.

He felt dizzy.

His current self actually...

Pushing his own fantasies to the limit.

Absurd.

His gaze fell back on his chest.

Anyway, it’s still me...

Palms burned. Throat dry and hot. Mouth parched.

Hands trembled slightly as he gently pinched the soft flesh. The elastic feel under his fingertips was painfully real.

His open hand just covered them. A subtle tingling flowed through his body...

That never-before-felt sensation made him lower his hands.

How perverted is this...

He scolded himself inwardly.

He never imagined his first touch of a girl’s body would be like this...

Xuye Cheng was overwhelmed.

He looked again at his body, marveling inwardly at how ridiculously powerful this weird thing was.

But the empty feeling between his legs was truly strange.

Another unsettling thought surged.

If he couldn’t feel his morning wood anymore, had even that place changed!?

He belatedly noticed the urge to pee spreading from his lower body.

“Ugh...” Zheng Wenxuan suddenly made a sound.