The reason he only recognized this as his old home after glancing around was because the room’s layout and decor had completely changed. Even the scenery outside the window was a bit different, so he didn’t realize it at first glance.

The bed he was lying on had been upgraded from 1.5 meters to 2 meters, so he could roll around without worrying about falling off if he turned over too much.

The ceiling, wallpaper, floor, and furniture were all new, and the overall style had a festive touch, making it look like it had been recently renovated.

At the edge of his vision, Ethan Foster also noticed a vanity mirror, with some bottles on it that Ethan Foster had never seen before.

He was pretty sure he himself would have little use for those bottles—he had no interest in cross-dressing.

[Why did I wake up in my old home after sleeping in my dorm at school? And my old home’s been renovated, too?]

[Who’s playing a joke on me?]

Did Dad sneak into the dorm in the middle of the night, carry me out, bring me back home, and pull this prank on me?

Ethan Foster’s dad really was the kind of father who’d pull this sort of stunt on his son.

Normally, this man was quite reliable, but every now and then, he’d act out of character.

But even if his dad wanted to do this, there wasn’t enough time.

In half a night, it would be impossible to get from the small town in Hushan City to Chengjiang University, and then back to the town again.

[So, what exactly happened last night…?]

Just as Ethan Foster was pondering, an arm suddenly reached over from his side and pressed down on him.

A horror movie opening—almost enough to make someone jump.

There was someone next to him?

When he’d been looking around the room earlier, he’d only glanced at half of it before heading off to the Department of Shock to check in… He hadn’t had time to look at the other half, so he hadn’t noticed anyone beside him.

Ethan Foster turned to the side, shifting his gaze.

A human figure was reflected in his pupils.

Long eyelashes curled slightly upward, a stark contrast to Ethan Foster’s own sparse lashes; a nice nose, with the kind of definition Ethan Foster envied; shoulder-length hair, with some strands resting against her cheek—not exactly a great beauty, but very much in line with Ethan Foster’s personal taste.

Ethan Foster: "..."

After carefully observing the figure beside him, he came to a conclusion in his mind.

A human female.

Alive.

He didn’t know her.

That was a big problem.

A serious one—it could affect his living situation for the rest of his life.

[Don’t panic. At a time like this, what should I do to handle the situation in the best way possible?] That was the first thought that flashed through his mind.

If he thought about it carefully…

Handle it, my ass.

He didn’t even know what happened yesterday—how was he supposed to handle anything?

"Should I just wake her up and ask?" Avoiding the problem wouldn’t solve it.

Besides, this was his old home—he could run from the monk, but not the temple.

So, Ethan Foster reached out toward the woman beside him, intending to wake her up.

His arm slowly extended.

At the same time, his body, not to be outdone, leaned toward the woman as well.

His ‘body instinct’ was sending a message to Big Brain Foster: a morning wake-up call shouldn’t be as basic as ‘patting her awake’—that’s way too boring.

If he really wanted to wake her up, he should use a more appropriate method… like, say, a loving “Mount Tai press”?

Should cute things be sat on to death?

Itching to try.

Eager to give it a go.

"!!" Ethan Foster immediately suppressed this ridiculous instinct.

He even pulled back the arm that was about to pat her awake.

"Forget it, I’ll just wait for her to wake up naturally." He leaned back against the headboard, looked up at the ceiling, and tried to calm down.

……

[Whenever someone wants to be alone, the wind won’t allow it.]

The tree wishes for stillness, but the wind will not cease.

As soon as he looked up, Ethan Foster saw something that would forcibly send him to the Department of Shock for overtime.

It was a photo frame.

In the photo, one side was the woman currently lying next to him.

The other side was himself.

To be precise, it was a version of him that looked a bit… older?

A wedding photo.

This was a photo packed with high-intensity information.

Ethan Foster could only reluctantly say goodbye to his peace and quiet.

"If… if this wedding photo is real, then, I’m married?" He looked at the woman beside him.

Then he looked at his own hands.

"I just took a nap in my dorm at school, didn’t do anything. I even had insomnia for half the night and only slept for the other half."

There hadn’t been any meteor showers, comets, or other strange phenomena last night, had there?

So why did it feel like time had just… jumped?

[Right, time.]

He looked older in the wedding photo.

So, what year, month, and day is it now?

With that thought, Ethan Foster reached out his right hand and instinctively groped around the pillow area—the spot where he usually kept his phone.

In modern society, phones have become an inseparable part of people’s lives, storing a ton of information. All of that could be a clue, helping him figure out his current situation more clearly.

After feeling around, Ethan Foster pulled out a phone model he’d never seen before.