After My Husband and Childhood Friend Switched Souls

Tang Hanying grew up in the twenty-first century. During the summer after his college entrance exams, he unexpectedly transmigrates into the body of an ancient man named Yang Changqing. He has spent years studying in a classroom, unable to even lift a chicken. Overnight, he finds himself with a martial artist's body: a lean waist and well-defined muscles. At this very moment, a woman's pale, soft hand is roaming over his faintly defined abs. Their eyes meet, the bed curtains sway. It's enough to drive a man mad. This is the first time in eighteen years that the virgin has experienced anything like it. * Du Junxi has recently noticed that her husband has changed completely. He's gone from an affectionate puppy to a reserved gentleman who always keeps his distance from her. Still, he treats her well and does whatever she says. Du Junxi doesn't think much of it, until Tang Hanying, her former husband, whom she thought she would never see again, comes looking for her. After the truth comes out, Du Junxi has an absurd dream that night. Changqing's face somehow turns into Tang Hanying's. "You..." Du Junxi manages to get out before a jade-like finger presses against her lips. He presses down hard, as if he wants to leave a bloodstain on her lips. Du Junxi opens her eyes slightly and instinctively raises a hand to push him away. The moment she touches his chest, she realizes it feels wrong! This isn't Tang Hanying's chest, made sharp and cold by years of illness and poison. His skin beneath his clothes is a cold white, threaded with red veins, and at night he always looks bewitching, like a demon or ghost. The chest she's touching now is resilient, broad, and hard, radiating heat and full of vitality. It belongs to Changqing. Du Junxi panics a little and quickly looks at his face. Dark brows and eyes, handsome features. It's unmistakably Tang Hanying again. He stares at her from the depths of the night, his black eyes as unfathomable as an abyss. His gaze makes Du Junxi's scalp prickle. She's about to take the finger pressing against her red lips into her mouth when the man above her suddenly changes expression again, gazing at her like a miserable little puppy caught in the rain. He wraps his arms around her neck and clings to her, calling her, "Big sister, big sister..." The face that had been buried in the hollow of her neck lifts in a woeful pout. Du Junxi meets his eyes, her heart pounding. Why has it turned into Changqing's face again?! Changqing's face is okay to touch. Just as Du Junxi is touching him without a care, the man speaks. "Junxi, is my face nice to touch?" When Du Junxi wakes up, she feels like she's going crazy. Even worse, she discovers that it wasn't a dream. It really happened. Theme: Heaven and earth are without feeling, but people have hearts.