"Everyone loves white hair?"
Umbreon saw the three photos Heiduo had taken out and squinted teasingly at him.
Heiduo remained perfectly composed. "Coincidence. It's just a coincidence."
"I believe you."
Umbreon grabbed the three photos.
Why didn't she transform into her original self?
The reason was simple.
She had forgotten.
She saw so many pretty young girls online every day, and there was also the exceptionally handsome Heiduo right beside her. In her previous life, Umbreon hadn't exactly been breathtakingly beautiful—she had only been average.
After so many years, it was already impressive that she could remember her measurements and height. Things like her weight and certain details had long since been handed over to Meng Po.
Not to mention what her original face had looked like.
If she forced it and ended up turning into some Frankenstein or a beast-faced human, not only would Heiduo be traumatized, she herself would find it revolting.
Better to use the pictures...
"Haa—"
Umbreon let out a long breath. Two photos lay before her.
After filtering through them, these were her final choices. One had been picked by Heiduo, and the other by herself.
"All right, you can leave now."
She said to Heiduo, who had been waiting nearby, "Men and women should keep their distance. Even though we've slept in the same bed for so long, there are still some things you shouldn't see."
Heiduo twitched the corner of his mouth. "..."
This girl could clearly transform into a clothed form directly.
Could she be trying to perfect the details?
He stood and walked toward the door, thoughtfully stroking his smooth chin.
Behind him.
Umbreon sighed in relief.
Even though she had not been human for many years and had spent all year without clothes, wandering around before Heiduo with nothing but