When life gets tough, just sleep it off…
The early morning sunlight, carrying a faint chill of early autumn, cast a slanted beam directly across Yun Xiao’s face.
His eyelids felt as heavy as lead.
Last night, he had pulled an all-nighter grinding through Focalors’s Archon Quest in Genshin Impact’s Version 4.2 on his alt account.
Even now, his dreams were filled with the tragic yet breathtaking imagery of “Sinner’s Finale.”
He smacked his lips and turned over, hoping to slip back into the dream’s opera house, flowing waters, and that divine dancing figure.
It was his dream, after all—maybe this time he could actually save Focalors!
If he didn’t like how the plot went, he’d just refuse it outright!
…Wait a second.
Why was there something touching his face?
Soft, silky… like hair?
No way—his own hair definitely didn’t feel like this!
A peculiar, refreshing fragrance tinged with faint moisture hovered around his nose.
This was absolutely not a scent that should exist inside the messy den of a single guy!
He didn’t even buy air fresheners unless they were lemon-scented!
Yun Xiao snapped his eyes open.
What met his gaze wasn’t his familiar ceiling, but… drapes?
Soft blue drapes enveloping the top of a canopy bed?
His eyes rotated stiffly to take in the surroundings: blue and white wallpaper, lace-trimmed curtains, and a vanity set cluttered with arrayed bottles and jars gleaming with suspicious luster.
The air hung thick with the sweet, delicate fragrance unique to a young girl’s bedroom.
“Holy shit?!”
With a start, Yun Xiao leaped up off the bed like a cat that had its tail stepped on.
Something was wrong!
Extremely wrong!
This wasn’t his pigsty!
He looked down at himself—
A pair of smooth, perfectly shaped hands, absurdly fair and delicate.
These weren’t his calloused gaming hands!
Following his gaze downward, a silk nightgown clung gently to his form, tracing out… a soft, distinctly feminine body curve, albeit on the flatter side…
“Holy shit-shit-shit-shit—!!!!!”
Yun Xiao let out the most terrified shriek of his entire life, scrambling and crawling frantically toward a large full-length mirror.
The figure in the mirror turned him instantly to stone.
It was a face capable of bringing down kingdoms.
Silky, waterfall-like silver-white long hair cascaded all the way to the waist, ending in a dreamy ocean-blue gradient dye, with a few playful strands resting against the cheeks.
The skin was so fair it appeared almost translucent, like fine porcelain.
The facial features were impossibly exquisite, like the supreme masterpiece of a deity—a small, dainty upturned nose, plump and dewy lips like cherry petals, and those eyes…
Yun Xiao’s pupils underwent a massive earthquake.
What captivating, soul-stirring eyes!
The left eye was like the deepest indigo ocean, harboring boundless wisdom and divinity; the right eye was a vibrant, bright lake-blue, hinting at a young girl’s playfulness and cunning.
Heterochromia!
This was the exact signature feature of Focalors, the God of Justice, whom he had watched repeatedly last night!
The “girl” in the mirror wore a silk nightgown with a slightly parted collar, revealing a section of exquisite, alluring collarbone.
Height… seemed to have gotten shorter?
The bone structure was slender and soft, the proportions so flawless it didn’t look like a real human.
With trembling hands, Yun Xiao slowly unfastened the nightgown’s belt.
Then, closing his eyes, his fair, pretty little hand reached downward to check.
“…It’s still there!
It’s really still there!”
When he confirmed that his familiar “little buddy” was still safely dangling in place—though its size seemed to have suffered some mysterious suppression, shrinking from a grand dragon into a tiny dragon—Yun Xiao let out a massive, massive sigh of relief.
He nearly collapsed to the floor in sheer exhaustion.
Thank goodness, thank goodness.
He had only turned into a cute girl on the outside; deep down, he was still a hardened, true man…