This time, it's a complete reorganization of the flesh and skin—far from ordinary, there's no way to change back.
Long Fei looked miserable. His originally mature appearance now made him look like Lin Yingying's little brother when they sat together.
They say absence makes the heart grow fonder. After not seeing his wife for so long, Long Fei's heart was practically burning with excitement.
He got up and walked over, trying to take his wife's hand.
Lin Yingying abruptly stood up, laughing as she teased him, "Stay back! I still haven't adapted to this face of yours!"
Long Fei, visibly frustrated, replied, "Sit down."
"No way!"
Lin Yingying smirked mischievously, darting around the room to avoid him, deliberately teasing, "With that look of yours, shouldn't you be calling me 'big sister'?"
"You're just begging for trouble, aren't you?"
Long Fei raised his fist, then dashed forward in a flash, scooping Lin Yingying into his arms and plopping down on the sofa with her.
