“Hnngh…”

“Where… am I?”

“Meow?”

Lin Beixing struggled to open his eyes.

Just moments ago, after a grueling night of studying, her own body had finally collapsed onto the bed.

As she closed her eyes for a quick ten-minute nap, an unexpected lightness washed over her—strangely liberating.

For a second, she even wondered if she was dying.

Now, cobwebs draped the ceiling above.

A little black kitten crept closer, eyes bright with concern.

This place… Lu Yu’s room?

She raised his hands. Sturdy arms came into view, veins tracing the backs clearly.

The body… swapped again?

“…”

A soft laugh escaped her lips—pure relief.

No panic this time. No anxiety. Just a tiny, guilty thrill.

This supernatural quirk had struck twice now.

No pattern. No clues. But Lin Beixing was learning to go with the flow.

Maybe Lu Yu was right: if there’s no fix, just accept it.

She gently patted the kitten’s fluffy head.

“Hello there, little one. We meet again~~”

“Meow.”

The kitten brushed her palm once, then leaped off the bed with aloof grace. After a lazy stretch, it trotted to its food bowl.

Watching its sleek black form vanish, Lin Beixing chuckled softly.

*Should’ve asked Lu Yu the cat’s name… Next time.*

“I wonder what’s happening on his end…”

Thinking of the strict tutor arriving at *her* house this morning sent a headache prickling through her skull.

“He’s gonna get exposed, isn’t he…” she murmured.

“Right—message him!”

She sat up. Lu Yu’s bed was rock-hard, barely cushioned.

No bedside table. She fumbled under the pillow until her fingers found his phone.

Facial recognition unlocked it instantly—she *was* Lu Yu’s face now.

She pulled up the chat app, found their thread. Calm. Focused.

Sunlight filtered through the gauze window onto her palm. In this cramped rental room, she felt oddly at peace.

Her thicker fingers fumbled on the QWERTY keys. *Ugh, men’s hands are so clumsy.*

Typing slowly, she finally finished:

**Yu:** Just bury your head in a book. Look focused—the tutor won’t bother you. Avoid writing or solving problems. If trouble hits, duck into the bathroom and call me…

Sent.

*Will he see it?*

She didn’t dare call. If Mom heard a guy’s voice during breakfast… Lin Beixing shuddered. *Unthinkable.*

“…That’s all I can do.” She stretched.

Lu Yu’s body felt heavy. *Pulled an all-nighter too?*

Her eyes landed on the desk—empty cola bottles stacked like trophies.

*Gaming again. Seriously…* She sighed.

Even if she studied *for* him, knowledge wouldn’t magically stick in *his* head.

Shower first. Sleep after.

Lu Yu must’ve crashed straight into bed, sticky with sweat. That ancient fan barely helped.

She grabbed a towel, stripped to his boxers…

Her gaze dropped past the faint abs, landing squarely on the black boxer briefs.

Silence.

Contemplation.

*…Nope.*

She burst out of the bathroom before touching the faucet.

“AAAAHHHH!!!”

“Like hell I’m showering!!!”

*It’s a guy’s body!*

*How do I even—?!*

…

Meanwhile.

As Lu Yu stepped out of Lin Beixing’s bedroom, the rabbit-cased phone on the nightstand chirped.

He froze halfway through the door, glancing back.

“What is it?” Lin’s mother asked, eyes sharp.

Lu Yu shook his head. “Nothing… Let’s go, Mom.”

*Probably Beixing’s message.*

No time to check. No choice but to push forward.

“Wait.”

Her hand stopped him.

“Change in the walk-in closet,” she said calmly, eyes flicking to his rabbit-print pajamas.

*Right. Pajamas.*

*Change clothes?!*

*If Beixing finds out… she’ll punch me senseless.*

“Hurry,” Mom urged, patting “Lin Beixing’s” back.

Lu Yu’s mind blanked.

*How do girls even dress?!*

And… *b… bra?!*

*No idea how to put that on!*

He swallowed hard under her gaze.

Inside the closet—wardrobes bursting with outfits—he slid the door shut.

Remembering his “period” excuse days ago, he grabbed long pants and a white tee.

Stared at the drawer: white, pink, striped bras.

Took the plain white one. Turned from the mirror. Eyes closed. Fumbling.

*Seen it before. Just… stuff it in. Hook the back…*

Hmm. Surprisingly soft.

His cool fingers sank into the fabric. Heat flooded his cheeks.

After a painfully long minute, he emerged sheepishly, face burning.

Grabbed Lin Beixing’s phone from the nightstand.

Followed Mom out.