After being hit in the face by the system, I swapped bodies with Zhongli

Seeing Yuan Zhuoyue let go, the small golden cube that was hitting her arm stopped.

Looking at Yuan Zhuoyue's neck again, the exposed skin was covered with red marks caused by the pressure, which had not yet disappeared. It was obvious that he had used all his strength to kill her.

He immediately asked loudly: "Are you sick? Why did you suddenly strangle yourself? Damn, I was scared to death! I was so scared that I almost forgot that you can't strangle yourself to death in this body you are using now!"

Yuan Zhuoyue did not answer immediately, but was seriously recalling the feeling just now. Whether it was when he was strangling her throat, feeling the strong pulsation of her carotid artery with his palm, or the feeling of swelling in her head due to the blockage of blood flow, and finally the tinnitus caused by insufficient blood supply to her brain.

They are all exactly the same as I have felt before, no difference.

So...is it an illusion? Or a dream?

Not sure, check again.

So Yuan Zhuoyue stared at the small golden cube floating in front of him, nodded slightly, and squeezed out a subtle sound from his nose: "Hmm."

This response made the frightened little golden cube even more confused: "What... are you saying?"

Yuan Zhuoyue replied calmly: "I am sick."

A small golden cube that flickered like a light bulb: "Hmm-?!!"

Seeing the other party so excited, Yuan Zhuoyue replied leisurely: "What are you talking about?"

But as soon as he said this, Yuan Zhuoyue paused, raised his hand and gently touched his throat with his fingertips. A sound came out of his mouth that was completely different from the one he remembered... There was indeed a subtle sense of confusion.

Even though it had no face, the voice emitted by this small golden cube was full of shock: "Are you sick?!"

Yuan Zhuoyue tilted his head slightly: "You don't believe it?"

"Organic brain disorder, just diagnosed a few days ago." She smiled and tapped her forehead lightly with her fingertips, and said casually: "Are you surprised? Don't you call yourself a system? Why don't you even know this? The systems in the novels I read before all knew the detailed information of the host. You don't even know this, do you?"

But the first response from the little golden cube was not from Yuan Zhuoyue's questioning, but hesitantly said: "These can be put aside for now... that is, can you control your cute posture and expression a little... There is nothing wrong with you making such expressions with your body."

Finally, the golden cube said very tactfully: "But when you use this body now and make these movements and expressions, it looks... uh, very strange..."

Yuan Zhuoyue was good at accepting other people's opinions and suggestions. He quickly put away the smile on his face and crossed his arms over his chest. Finally, he stared at the small golden cube floating in front of him with his sharp golden eyes expressionlessly.

The little golden cube fell silent at Yuan Zhuoyue's sudden change. After a while, it said in a negotiating tone, "How about... you just do whatever is comfortable for you? Don't... push yourself too hard."

Yuan Zhuoyue deliberately asked in a domineering tone: "What? Are you not satisfied with what you see?"

After a long while, the little golden cube managed to utter: "...No, I'm not satisfied."

Yuan Zhuoyue felt like teasing him and asked again, "Oh? Are you dissatisfied? Or are you not satisfied?"

The little golden cube replied in a very frustrated tone: "...I dare not...be dissatisfied."

Hearing such a weak and unconfident answer, Yuan Zhuoyue became interested: "Don't you call yourself a system? What are you afraid of? Be tough."

The small golden cube flickered with light, looking much dimmer than before: "...You looked so fierce just now, as if you were going to kill me."

Yuan Zhuoyue didn't even think about it and replied directly: "That's impossible."

But as soon as she said this, she thought about her current condition, paused, and was no longer as confident as before: "...When I'm not sick, I'm still very normal. I can't hurt anyone casually."

Hearing this answer, the little golden cube laughed awkwardly but politely: "Haha, really? That's good."

This was a forced praise without any jokes, and Yuan Zhuoyue naturally heard it.

So Yuan Zhuoyue showed a friendly smile with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, which he had learned from his teacher during the etiquette training class to use when expressing friendly emotions when meeting someone for the first time: "Is this okay?"

After seeing this smile, the little golden cube had another opinion: "How about... you should stop smiling? This fake smile is even scarier than the expressionless face just now."

Facing this capricious little golden cube, Yuan Zhuoyue suppressed the smile on his face and said, "You are just as weird as that patient who complained about why I laughed when I laughed, and complained about me being too cold when I didn't laugh."

The little golden cube said in an erratic tone: "Haha, I'm quite confused..."

"This... that... that..." The little golden cube stammered incoherently, and for a long time he couldn't come up with any more words. After a moment of silence, he changed the subject as if nothing had happened: "That... why did you suddenly pinch your neck before? I was scared to death."

The change of topic was really awkward, but Yuan Zhuoyue still gave the same answer, and answered as if it was a matter of course: "I am sick."

Small golden cube: "???"

If it had a face, this little light bulb that started to flicker again would have a confused look on its face: "No? What does this have to do with whether you are sick or not? I see that you are very sober and you are talking to me fluently. You don't look like you are sick, do you?"

"That's wrong." Yuan Zhuoyue retorted: "How can you be sure that I haven't had an illness? I've told you before that I've been diagnosed with an organic brain disorder. The clinical symptoms are repeated sensory disturbances and a little bit of hallucinations and delusions, which means I have auditory and visual hallucinations. I also have a little bit of mild post-traumatic amnesia, which is commonly known as amnesia."

The little golden cube felt as if it had guessed what Yuan Zhuoyue was going to say.

Sure enough, Yuan Zhuoyue stretched out a hand, made a gesture that indicated there was only one truth, and put on a serious expression.

The little golden cube looked at the pose posed by Yuan Zhuoyue and seemed to be hesitant to speak, but in the end, it said nothing, waiting for her to explain her reasoning.

Yuan Zhuoyue said what he was thinking calmly: "I think you are my hallucination, and I am in a state of illness now."

Small golden cube: "..."

After a dead silence, the little golden cube asked in a somewhat collapsed state: "...So, I said so much, but you didn't listen to a single word, and you didn't believe a single word?!"