Hannah's photographer, Avery(Male 35)

Evan discovered that the other head on Hannah's torso exhibited distinct male features.

Their two necks symmetrically connected to Hannah's torso without any visible scars, except for a slightly unnatural transition in skin tone.

"What the..." Evan nearly froze in place, staring directly at Hannah.

The head on the right side, controlling Hannah's left hand, seemed to be operating something on her cellphone.

He said something to Hannah, after which her gaze shifted to the phone in their left hand. Simultaneously, their gait underwent another noticeable change. The right head took over Hannah's legs to continue moving forward, their strides becoming slightly disordered. The right head appeared uncomfortable walking in high heels.

It wasn't until Hannah furrowed her brow and diverted her gaze from the phone screen.

"Hey, Avery, I've told you, let me handle the walking for now. I don't want to twist my ankle; we have a high-heel photoshoot the day after tomorrow!" Hannah exclaimed.

"Watch your words; it's OUR feet now. Besides, I really need to practice walking in heels," Avery remarked, looking down at their feet in mismatched heels, carefully feeling how Hannah controlled them.

Before Hannah could say anything else, she noticed Evan standing in the corner, looking utterly shocked. "Hey! Evan! I'm here!"

Waving the phone in her left hand, Hannah's hips swayed slightly, and her gait returned to a more natural rhythm as she attempted to jog toward Evan. "Avery, he's over there! Let me take control!"

"Hey, Hannah, slow down!" Avery, the right head of Hannah exclaimed loudly as their shared legs twitched slightly. "You know we can't entirely relinquish control!"

"Just relax, let me handle it!" Hannah said.

The two brains transmitted entirely different signals, causing their steps to continuously switch, making them appear somewhat clumsy and comical. They almost bumped into passersby but eventually made it to Evan's side.

Evan stared blankly at Hannah, then at the head beside her, and managed to squeeze out a word from his throat, "Hi..." He was now certain; the other head on Hannah was male.

"Oh, honey, this is Avery..." Hannah set down her luggage and extended her right hand, pointing toward the head on her right side.

"Hello, I'm Avery, Hannah's photographer!" Avery interjected, controlling their left hand to point at himself.

"Oh... I think Hannah mentioned you once or twice..." Evan placed the cake on the ground, holding flowers in his hand, unsure which hand to offer them to Hannah.

Hannah and Avery both smiled, reaching out with their left hand to accept the flowers. Evan couldn't tell for sure who was in control of Hannah's body as they completed the gesture.

"Thanks honey! Yeah, thanks, she love the flowers~"

At the same time, the still slightly bewildered Evan extended his right hand, his gaze falling upon Avery's face.

Hannah's right hand hesitated before reaching out to shake Evan's right hand.

"So now he controls your right hand?" Evan let go of Hannah's hand, looking at Hannah.

Hannah adjusted her stray hair. "Hmmm, actually we're constantly switching control...Yes, it's really hard to say who's in control...But the one who shook hands with you just now was Avery, but now it's me in control! And It's my turn now!"

Hannah's body twirled in front of Evan, their clumsy steps almost causing her to trip.

"Hey, Avery, stop that!"

"Oh come on, I just can sense you're excited, you know, through our shared heartbeats," Avery rolled his eyes.

Evan watched Hannah and Avery's interaction and conversation in front of him, furrowing his brow. Hannah keenly noticed Evan's change in expression and approached him, embracing him.

"Well, I can feel it too..." Ten seconds later, Evan felt Hannah's body stiffen in his arms and then withdraw.

"Wow, you know, I can sense... everything~"Avery quipped.

"Hmmm...Yes... I mean, we're still adapting... to everything..."Hannah's cheeks turned slightly red.

"Yeah, I'm still figuring out how to co-control my gorgeous body with Hannah...What he means is, my body...OUR body..."Hannah and Avery adjusted their neckline with their left hand. The neckline, originally designed for one head, was now completely inadequate for its job, revealing a significant portion of Hannah's cleavage.