Tidy up and head out. The driver had already parked at the door, waiting. When he saw me, he looked slightly startled.

*Cough, cough.* What are you staring at? Never seen a handsome guy before?

Though I thought that boldly inside, I was actually terrified. The driver clearly didn’t know about my male identity or current form. Seeing a stranger walk out of his young mistress’s house must’ve confused him.

Huh. Why do I even care if Yejia Yin gets misunderstood? Could it be… because we’re getting married? Am I subconsciously worried about my husband’s image?

Yejia Yin didn’t explain anything. Calmly, she opened the car door and slid in. Too awkward to ask, I followed and sat beside her in the back.

At least she didn’t seem disgusted by my male form. No need to worry. Sitting next to her beat sitting with the driver—if he asked questions, I’d have no answers.

The car started slowly, merging onto the highway. I turned to the window, watching suburban scenery. Autumn leaves fluttered down, piling into pale red mounds on the ground. One glance sparked a trace of sorrow.

Especially thinking about myself—soon to be a married woman. Life felt like these maple leaves: just reaching my brightest moment, only to step into marriage’s grave. Worse, I’d be lying in the bride’s coffin.

Alas! Lost in gloom, I shifted my head. Wait—why was the world spinning?

When dizziness flooded my brain, I realized: my motion sickness was back. Damn. I’d hoped switching to a male body would fix this. Guess not.

My head spun harder. My eyes probably looked like spirals—everything blurred. My body swayed, then *thump*, I collapsed sideways.

No hard impact. Instead, I landed in a soft embrace. Still dizzy, I instinctively nuzzled deeper.

“Stop it.”

A gentle push on my head—but it didn’t work. I shifted, finding a comfy spot to lie on my stomach, face turned inward.

Much better.

Comfort brought clarity. My foggy brain finally noticed something off.

I was in a four-seater business car. Only Yejia Yin shared the back seat. I’d fallen sideways—not toward the window, since it’d block me.

So only one possibility.

I peeked through a slit of an eye. Dark black pantyhose. Coffee-brown shorts.

Yep. I was definitely lying on Yejia Yin’s lap. Head facing inward.

I squeezed my eyes shut tight, humming unconsciously. Pushing against the seat, I struggled upright like it took huge effort.

Sitting straight, I blinked slowly, glancing around. “Huh? Did my motion sickness act up again? I totally blacked out.”

My expression screamed pure confusion: *Who am I? Where am I?*

I stole a glance at Yejia Yin. She ignored me completely, staring ahead, unmoved. Not a word about what happened.

Phew. Got away with it. Thank heavens. I turned away, cheeks warming as I remembered that softness.

So nice… a husband’s lap pillow.

The car entered the city, stopping at the familiar “Lily’s Love.” The manager from last time waited downstairs, escorting us up. In the elevator, he frowned slightly.

“Miss Ye… um, the girl who ordered the dress—why isn’t she here? She should try it on, check the fit.”

Uh… Cold sweat dripped down my temple. I waved awkwardly, forcing a smile. “No need! We trust your craftsmanship. It’ll be perfect.”

The manager gave me an awkward look, weighing my authority. After a pause, he turned to Yejia Yin.

“Do as he says.”

His astonishment deepened. He studied me carefully, then nodded. “Understood.”

*Hmph.* Still doubting me? I’m the wife of Miss Ye—the one you bow to so respectfully.

The off-shoulder gown suited my short height, the designer said. Perfect—I hated strapless styles. The fabric was soft, warm even in chilly autumn. Lace trim circled the petticoat, adding playfulness to the solemn dress.

Honestly? I loved it.

I clutched it, reluctant to let go. The material felt amazing—impossible to put down.

…Just like touching someone’s thigh.

“How long will you hug it?” Yejia Yin’s voice cut in, icy as if reading my mind. “Pack it up. We’re leaving soon.”

Huh? That tight? I scratched my cheek, watching the waitress fold and box the dress. She handed it to me solemnly.

*Hehe.* My wedding dress. For some reason, my heart felt inexplicably happy.