"Uh, it wasn't a dream~" Jiang Youwei regained consciousness and found herself sleeping on the sofa. In fact, the tension in her heart had already broken when she was fighting with excrement on the floor yesterday. The extremely exciting events that followed seemed like a real-life role-playing game to her.

"So my inner personality is so crazy?" She recalled the process, then sighed, "I wonder what's become of this body's original parents now." This person had always been skeptical of the fact that she'd traveled through time in her physical body. In the novels she'd read, most of the protagonists were spirits, and no matter their former personalities, they became powerful and devastating figures after traveling through time. Perhaps there wasn't much of a market for time travelers like "me." It made sense, after all, the kind of readers produced the kind of novels they read. "The less there is to say, the more they brag." Jiang Youwei felt that if there were so many Wenquxing and Wushengxing, the world would have been in chaos.

The towel, dried by her body heat overnight, slid down from the smooth, slender breasts, its furry touch caressing the raised bumps. As Jiang Youwei stood up, holding her forehead, her cheeks flushed. "Hmm, weird, a little itchy." She lowered her head, trying to find her "Sanmao," the unruly child. The feeling was similar to when the little piglet at home had nudged her in her arms when she was little, but she only saw two large bumps.

"Meow meow~!" she called softly.

The room was quiet.

"So he's gone." She curled up on the sofa and hugged herself. She felt that she had lost her last companion.

Meanwhile, Jiang Wenwu and Huang Xiaohong regained consciousness from their trance around midnight. Their last memory likely ended when they opened the security door after returning home from stocking up. The unfortunate couple were naked, their bodies entwined, still drenched in water from someone's brutal pressurized water hose, beneath them a damp towel. "Ah ha ha ha ha ~ I want to live another five hundred years~~! Hiccup!" Listening to the terrifying noises echoing from the abyss outside, the two, oblivious to their own changes, clung to each other tightly, sweat pouring down their backs. The demon outside was incredibly strong, tormenting until sunrise before fading with a thud. They clung to the wall, trembling as they peered through the crack in the door. Their eyes, one high and one low, only saw the mess on the living room floor, shattered bottles, and a surprisingly beautiful calf resting on a tattered pillow.

"Do you want to go out and take a look?" Jiang Wenwu poked the calf of the blonde girl next to him and asked weakly.

The girl, wrapped in a blanket, had a dodgy, wandering gaze. She pursed her pale lips, as if on the verge of speaking, but ultimately, no words came out. Her legs felt as heavy as lead; she couldn't move, not at all. She simply lowered her head slightly—as usual—in what she thought was a show of submission. Then, with a trembling voice, she perfunctorily said, "You, still, still, you, go, look, look, look!"

Seeing his wife's behavior, Jiang Wenwu forced out an ugly smile, then secretly spat in his heart: "Tsk, look how capable you are. If it weren't for my good temper, I wouldn't tolerate an independent woman like you." But despite scolding her, she still hesitated at the door for a long time, and only under the girl's moist gaze, did she muster up the courage and tiptoed out the door.

Jiang Wenwu felt her current small frame was too inconvenient. Even if she were a young, strong girl, she was still just a girl—her arms and legs were completely powerless. It took her almost the entire morning to finish cleaning up the mess around the house. "Mother, come out and help!" Jiang Wenwu shouted, pulling on a long, white leg.

Well, you ask how these two could still recognize each other despite such a dramatic change? Don't underestimate their thirty-plus years of friendship and closeness. After living together for so long, a single glance can reveal each other's thoughts and feelings. It's true. In short, the moment this unfortunate couple saw each other after waking up, they confirmed each other's true identities, and everything that followed was naturally a true expression of their true feelings.

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In the following days, Jiang Youwei and his family of three seemed to have accepted the changes in their bodies, and in fact, they continued to live their lives as usual. However, Huang Xiaohong became increasingly uneasy - she was about to start work at her workplace. After the transformation, whoever wanted to show up in public would be uncomfortable, whether in peacetime or wartime. Jiang Youwei felt that this trick of diverting attention was so brilliant that she was complacent for a long time. The only bad thing was that her stepfather's small body was not very convenient for doing housework, and many things had to be done by her. "Have I fallen so fast?" Jiang Youwei looked just like a normal girl while cleaning the house to outsiders, if you ignored the fact that she was only wearing her old T-shirt.

"It's time to buy some new clothes. The old ones don't fit." Huang Xiaohong measured Jiang Youwei's body with a tape measure: "85, 59, 88. That butt... very, very standard~" His mother seemed a little jealous. She quietly turned sideways, weighed her chest, and a smile crept into her heart again. Naturally, the clothes were bought online. Logistics services are amazing these days—but only within Country Z. "Factory direct, completely contactless, drone delivery, guaranteed delivery within three days," Jiang Youwei exclaimed. This guy bought a lot of stockings, black, white, flesh-colored, and all different lengths. "With this kind of delivery efficiency, if the country is invaded again, it will be easy to resupply no matter where the war is fought," thought a pseudo-military fan.

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