Her ears, from the earlobes to the auricles, were red as if they were about to drip blood.
Max stared at that undeniably embarrassing redness, and for the first time felt completely unfamiliar and slightly amused with this body he had studied countless times.
She splashed some cold water on her face to fully wake up. Then she took out a brand-new disposable toothbrush and towel from the cabinet and neatly placed them where Lin Yu'an would see them on the sink.
After doing all this, she walked into the kitchen to start preparing breakfast.
As a meticulous scientist, her breakfast was like an experimental procedure — two slices of whole wheat toast from the fridge, one avocado, one egg. Precise and efficient, but soulless.
Lin Yu'an was awakened by a slight sound of pots and pans.
He opened his eyes, the headache from his hangover causing him to frown. He looked around, saw familiar bookshelves and unfamiliar ceilings, and the fragments of memory began to slowly piece together.
