Xuye Cheng sighed helplessly. Water flowed over his pale, tender hands. He looked at himself in the mirror again.

It really was... the look of a soft, girly girl.

Seeing a stranger in the mirror felt incredibly strange.

Strands of hair fell freely over his shoulders. Xuye Cheng brushed aside the hair covering his face. His eyes were clear and bright like the sky after rain. His fair skin held a hint of rosy flush.

His cherry-red lips looked plump and tempting, almost translucent like candy.

Slender, light eyebrows softened his eyes. But the mole near his eye added a playful touch.

What a cute face.

Xuye Cheng pressed his lips together. The girl in the mirror mimicked him.

Since even his body had changed, this thing’s effect was truly insane.

It suddenly became super useful.

With this face, he could cosplay anything and attract hordes of hardcore otaku. Once his followers grew, he’d take ads directly. Earning over ten grand a month wasn’t just a dream.

A smug smile spread across Xuye Cheng’s face. He was already fantasizing about a better future.

His gaze returned to the mirror. Seeing that lewd grin, he froze for a moment. Then he quickly wiped the smile away.

Wait, did he really look that lewd just now?

Xuye Cheng was speechless. How could he make such a face with such pretty features?

He looked at his reflection and gave a slight smile. The face smiled back just as sweetly.

Holy crap, damn this sweetness~

Xuye Cheng felt dizzy-headed.

When he snapped out of it, the mirror showed a perverted expression.

He quickly returned to a calm face.

This totally ruins the image, he thought.

How could he mess up such a beautiful face like this...

Xuye Cheng covered his face. He took a deep breath. Facing the mirror, he controlled his muscles and pressed his lips into another smile.

Holy crap, how can I be so cute?

Xuye Cheng, never confident about his looks, never imagined preening in a mirror this long.

He pinched his cheek. A flood of emotions washed over him.

Being good-looking was great. Even the mirror was pleasing to the eye. Waking up to his own handsome face daily? Morning grumpiness would vanish.

He tightened his pajamas. His body’s curves were fully revealed.

This slim waist, these hips, these long white legs—top-tier even at his school.

As for his chest... Xuye Cheng disliked the exaggerated sizes in manga art. He preferred it now—slightly full but petite. It suited him better.

Inside this cute girl was actually him, a rough guy. Just thinking about it hit him with strong shock.

He took a deep breath. His own sweet voice echoed in his ears. A brilliant idea flashed in his mind.

His voice was a girl’s now, right?

But still, he felt disgusted.

Yet he craved that vanity boost.

Clearing his throat softly, he said, "Xuye Cheng, you’re so handsome..."

"Ugh..." He was utterly disgusted with himself.

Better not play around so much.

The voice was nice, but...

Xuye Cheng sighed helplessly.

It just felt weird. Complimenting himself was too strange.

He brushed his hair aside. Maybe because he’d never been called handsome, hearing it felt awkward.

"I should figure out how to change back first..." he muttered to himself.

He’d forgotten this while fooling around.

Maybe text Zheng Wenxuan for a voice message.

It seemed random, but that guy wouldn’t overthink it. Who’d guess he needed Zheng Wenxuan to say his full name for this?

Xuye Cheng opened the door. As he grabbed his phone, he heard a noise outside—like a key turning in a lock.

Holy crap, is that guy back already? And with a key this time?

Panicked, he glanced around. Phone in hand, he dashed into the bathroom.

He Xiaohan pushed the door open. He saw a blurry figure dart into the bathroom.

Just before it vanished, He Xiaohan spotted a few strands of hair.

A girl? He wondered. Had he seen wrong?

This was a boys’ dorm. How could a girl be here?

Xuye Cheng almost sighed in relief. But he remembered his changed voice and stopped himself.

The dorm light was on. He Xiaohan scanned the room. Xuye Cheng’s shoes sat under a chair.

Was it Xuye Cheng inside? He knocked on the bathroom door.

Xuye Cheng froze at the knock.

Oh no, is Zheng Wenxuan back?

Panicked, he pulled out his phone. He opened Zheng Wenxuan’s chat: "Are you back?"

"Nope," came the quick reply.

"Who? Ye Cheng, is that you?" He Xiaohan called doubtfully.

Hearing He Xiaohan’s voice, Xuye Cheng felt awful.

Why did this guy return now?

He wanted to ask the heavens why his name wasn’t two characters long.

"Who’s in there?" He Xiaohan asked again.

Why care so much about the toilet? Was someone gonna blow it up or something... Xuye Cheng thought sarcastically.

The situation was critical.

If He Xiaohan, this womanizing beast, saw him like this... he might lose his chastity.

If he stayed silent, He Xiaohan would unlock the door.

Once opened, in this cramped space, he’d have nowhere to run.

Forget resisting—he was in loose pajamas. That messy look alone would confuse anyone.

He Xiaohan, the flirtatious beast, seeing him like this... No way!

Xuye Cheng typed frantically. But Zheng Wenxuan wasn’t replying, as if dead.

"Who exactly is it?" He Xiaohan sounded puzzled. He knocked again. "Classmate, say something. Or I’ll unlock the door."

Xuye Cheng stayed silent inside.

The sound of a key sliding into the lock followed.

Xuye Cheng was completely panicked.