CHAPTER 23: CHAPTER 22: SOUL SWAP

The thing that woke Xiang Qichen was a series of incessant phone alarm rings.

He frowned impatiently, planning to grab his phone to turn off the alarm. As he exerted some force on his waist, he felt like something heavy was pressing down on him, making him unable to move.

Instinctively, Xiang Qichen reached towards his waist to push it away.

His palm felt a sudden warmth, and the touch was unexpectedly smooth and delicate.

Xiang Qichen pinched it more curiously.

This shape, it seems to be... a thigh?

Thigh...

Thigh?!

He abruptly opened his eyes. The room was dark, with the bright light blocked by the blackout curtains. Only a little light seeped through the top of the curtain.

Xiang Qichen felt something was seriously wrong and turned his head to the left.

The girl in front of him had her long hair scattered, her skin fair, lips slightly parted, sleeping soundly.

He suddenly sat up, moving so abruptly that he woke the person next to him.

Kang Xuan rubbed her sleepy eyes, looking at the pale-faced person in front of her, yawned, and asked, "What’s up with you so early in the morning..."

Xiang Qichen’s eyes glanced sideways, unintentionally catching a glimpse of Kang Xuan’s off-the-shoulder nightgown and her fair skin exposed to the air. He quickly looked away, opening his mouth in anger and embarrassment, "Who are you? Why are you in my bed?"

As soon as he said it, Xiang Qichen froze.

His voice...

Kang Xuan scratched her head, chuckling, "Are you brainless, Zhou Huaiyi? So dramatic first thing in the morning?" She said while pulling up the quilt, planning to continue sleeping.

Xiang Qichen incredulously raised his voice to ask, "What did you call me?"

Kang Xuan pulled down the quilt with disdain, gave him a disdainful eye, "Zhou Luobu Zhou Huaiyi Zhou idiot, did you take the wrong medicine?"

Zhou... Huaiyi?

Xiang Qichen yanked the quilt away, stepping into the bathroom in a few strides.

When he saw the face reflected in the mirror, his legs instantly went weak, and he could no longer stand as he slumped to the ground.

...

Meanwhile, Zhou Huaiyi stared at the foreign object that appeared between her legs, her face about to twist into a pretzel.

She... she... has she become a man!

The legs seemed longer, and there was hair on them...

Hands!

She spread her palm open in front of her face.

The hands also seemed longer, and even more appealing than hers!

"No, no, no." Zhou Huaiyi raised her hand to slap her face, then fell back onto the pillow, covering her head, "I must be dreaming, dreaming, just dreaming."

She kept mumbling to herself, eyes tightly shut.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

Opening her eyes again.

"This time, I must be awake..."

Still a deep, magnetic male voice. Zhou Huaiyi, no matter how much she tried to brainwash herself, couldn’t stay calm. She got up, glanced around, locked onto the bathroom, and quickly ran to the mirror.

The face in there was handsome, familiar.

The gentle, clear brows were the ones she hadn’t forgotten for three years.

Xiang Qichen.

A scream echoed throughout the entire room, lasting five seconds.

Following that, the phone rang, the default iPhone ringtone, undoubtedly not her phone.

Zhou Huaiyi became even more flustered, quickly walking to the bedside, staring at the unfamiliar number displayed on the screen, then froze.

This seems to be... her phone number.

After another round of ringing, Zhou Huaiyi nervously pressed the answer button with trembling hands.

"Hello?"

On the other end, a probing tone, the voice was clear and delicate.

It was her own voice.

Zhou Huaiyi steadied her breathing, uttered a single syllable, "Hello..."

There was a two-second pause on the other end, then, "Zhou Huaiyi, is that you, Zhou Huaiyi?"

"Are you... Xiang Qichen?"

...

For the next hour, Zhou Huaiyi obediently stayed at Xiang Qichen’s house waiting for his arrival.

She looked at the long arms and legs that did not belong to her, finding it hard to believe, no matter what...

She and Xiang Qichen seemed to have... swapped souls.

Zhou Huaiyi walked step by step back to the mirror, staring at the face that remained motionless, reaching out to touch it.

The face of the male god.

Zhou Huaiyi swallowed her saliva, moving her big hand downward.

The lips of the male god.

Further down.

The male god’s...

Chest muscles, abdominal muscles, and...

Zhou Huaiyi’s gaze was deep as she slowly lowered her head, locking onto a certain spot.

Suddenly her heart raced, her face flushed a strange red.

In a moment of impulse, she moved her long, robust hand towards that place.

A sudden "buzz," the phone’s sudden ring.

Zhou Huaiyi shuddered, slapping away her suspended right hand, angrily scolding the face in the mirror, "What in the world are you thinking at a time like this! So indecent!"

Then, she turned around to answer the call.

"Qi Chen, are you up?"

The unfamiliar, delicate female voice made Zhou Huaiyi’s heart skip a beat. She hurriedly glanced at the screen’s contact name—Sister Yan.

Oh no, it was not her phone calling.

"Hello? Qi Chen?"

Zhou Huaiyi, resigned to her fate, responded, "Hello, Sister... Yan."

"You’re awake? Why didn’t you say anything just now?"

Zhou Huaiyi remained calm, skipped her question, and said, "Yeah, I’m up... Is there something?"

Yan Qing suspiciously said, "Did you wake up dumb? Today is the birthday party rehearsal, didn’t I explain the schedule to you yesterday?"

Judging by this... she’s probably the manager?

Zhou Huaiyi bit her lip, rolled her eyes, and pretended to suddenly remember, "Oh oh oh, I just woke up a bit groggy, I remember, I remember."

Yan Qing softened her tone, "Then I’ll have Yang Li pick you up at one, don’t drive yourself."

Zhou Huaiyi: "Okay, okay."

Yan Qing: "Then I’m hanging up."

Zhou Huaiyi: "Goodbye, Sister Yan."

After hanging up, just as Zhou Huaiyi was about to breathe a sigh of relief, the doorbell suddenly rang, her heart leaping into her throat.

She walked out of the bedroom to the front door, peeked through the peephole, then opened the door with relief.

Awkwardly waving at the self in front of her, "Hi..."