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His Naive Mr(?) Ji: Resisting Temptation

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Excerpt: Bai Yulin woke up from her state of unconsciousness, her head felt dizzy and uncomfortable. She shook her head to rid of this headache in her mind. With one hand on her head and another on her chest, she sighed. Eh? Why was her chest flat? Her eyes sprung opened at once- was she in a surgery because of that accident and her breasts were now gone because of that?! Bai Yulin sat up immediately. She couldn't have lost her breasts! Not when she really depended on them as a top model in the industry! "I can't be flat!" she shrieked. Just when she was about to faint from the thought, the door was rashly opened- there came a beautiful, tall, and elegant woman: her. Bai Yulin faced herself who was standing near the door. But the woman she saw didn't look happy. She was in a hospital gown too. "Wh- who are you?!" "How dare you, woman.." she heard herself talk. "Huh?" "Give me back my body. Now!!" the Bai Yulin she saw walk closer to the bed as she was yanked by her collar. And... that was when Bai Yulin looked at the glass window beside her bed. She wore a man's face, a man's body. And this man was none other than the mighty Ji Haishan?! Oh boy... did they just swap bodies? *cover pic not mine, rights to the rightful owner*
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