Multiverse: The World's Top Daughters and I Share Five Senses

Immediately after, a hand shot out like lightning through the gap in the curtain and seized his forearm—five fingers clamped tightly above his wrist, the knuckles bulging white from the force, the palm abnormally hot.

Then came a fierce tug.

Jiang Lianqiu's pupils contracted sharply.

This girl's strength... had suddenly become abnormally great!

Without letting it show, he smoothly followed the pull and slipped into the fitting room.

The curtain fell shut behind him. The fitting room was less than two square meters, and with two people crammed inside, he had to brace one hand against the sidewall to steady himself.

He lowered his head.

Kiana stood before him.

Her white short-sleeved T-shirt lay spread out on the floor at her feet. Starting at the collar, the entire shirt had been torn down the front into two halves. The rip was jagged and crooked; it did not look as though it had been unfastened, but rather as though two hands had forcibly torn it apart from the middle.

The four buttons on her denim shorts had all popped off to varying degrees. One was still spinning on the floor, while another had vanished entirely, leaving only uneven threads where the stitching had been torn apart.

She wore only a light pink set of underwear now, the straps leaving faint red marks across her collarbones.

The air conditioner continued to hum as it blew cold air. The chill brushed over Kiana's exposed skin, and she visibly shuddered. Her arms instinctively wrapped around herself, only to loosen again the next moment—as if even making that motion took all her strength.

"I-I don't know what happened either..."

Kiana raised her head, her eyes filled with confusion and embarrassment.

"It was—after you said that just now, Dad, I wanted to take off that hoodie."