The next day, the wind was fresh, and the sun was still bright.
Zhou Huaiyi slept on the bed of the male god without any restraint for the night, and when she woke up the next day, she was full of energy and radiant.
She messed around with the male god's quilt and pillow, burrowing her head into the covers a few times, then suddenly got up and walked a few steps to the mirror.
It was still the male god's face, the male god's body, the male god's home.
Which means...
After a night, they still hadn't swapped back.
This unexpected happy feeling, what's the deal with that!
Conversely—
When Xiang Qichen felt the heaviness in front of him, he was too lazy to even get up to look at the mirror, scratched his long hair that had become tousled from sleep, sighed, and then lay back on the pillow.
Another day of worries and helplessness...
——
That night, there were two hours left until Xiang Qichen's birthday party.
