After a brief silence, Xiaohan realized something far more urgent—

"Am I about to go commando?"

She was about to buy new clothes, yet she’d just ruined the only bra she owned.

If she had a flat chest, it might not matter. But let’s be honest—she was at least a D-cup. What would people think if they noticed her going braless?

She still had some pride left.

Chunan stared at the torn scrap in her hands for a few seconds before quirking the corner of his mouth. "It’ll still work if you patch it up."

"...Why don’t you just measure me yourself? Buying clothes online would be way easier." Xiaohan scowled. "I’m practically giving you a free show, and you’re refusing?"

Chunan didn’t hesitate. "I don’t know how."

"Can’t you Google it?!" Xiaohan jabbed a finger at herself, annoyed. "Even I know how! Just wrap the tape around—how hard can it be?"

"No."

"..."

Xiaohan wanted to hit him.

Too bad she couldn’t win.

Chunan glanced at her, ignoring her pout. "Fine. After breakfast, we’ll go buy you clothes. The store staff can measure you."

He wasn’t interested in any "free shows." He just didn’t feel like serving this brat.

If measurements were so crucial, couldn’t she do it herself? He wasn’t wasting his time.

—Though he couldn’t explain why he was still willing to accompany her shopping.

Might as well treat it as a walk outside. He hadn’t left the house in a while anyway.

Xiaohan reluctantly put her clothes back on.

Including the bra.

The strap was broken, but she tied the frayed ends together. It’d have to do.

She didn’t dare go without.

In the sweltering summer heat, a thin T-shirt was all most people wore. Without a bra, certain... outlines would be impossible to hide.

As for why she hadn’t cared about being topless in front of Chunan earlier? They’d seen every inch of each other’s old bodies. She wasn’t shy around him.

...Wait. He hadn’t seen *this* body yet.

But whatever.

Chunan’s apartment was close to downtown. On a weekday, the mall wasn’t as crowded as on weekends.

Walking side by side through the clothing section, Chunan curiously scanned the women’s boutiques he’d never paid attention to before.

"So many stores..." Xiaohan’s eyes darted around, overwhelmed. "Should we start with lingerie?"

"It’s *your* shopping trip. You decide." Chunan shot her a sidelong glance.

Xiaohan turned to meet his eyes. "You’re paying?"

"...Nothing too expensive."

"Obviously. I’m not some gold-digger." Xiaohan muttered, grabbing his arm and dragging him into the nearest lingerie shop.

Honestly? She was thrilled.

Having a sugar daddy foot the bill really *was* the dream.

Chunan, however, felt oddly tense.

This was his first time stepping into a women’s clothing store.

"Welcome!" A salesgirl approached with a bright smile. "Shopping for your girlfriend?"

Xiaohan immediately turned to stare at Chunan.

Chunan cleared his throat awkwardly. "Uh... yeah."

The salesgirl’s eyes lit up with understanding. "What styles do you like? These are our newest arrivals—very popular. Feel free to try them in the fitting rooms over there."

Xiaohan kept staring at Chunan.

*She’s doing this on purpose.*

He wanted to bolt.

But after a few seconds of silence, he forced the words out: "First, she needs her measurements taken. Her old clothes don’t fit anymore."

"Of course!" The salesgirl gestured toward the back. "Please follow me to the fitting room—"

"No need." Xiaohan suddenly yanked Chunan’s arm, pulling him toward a fitting room. "My boyfriend will measure me."

The salesgirl nodded warmly. "The measuring tape’s inside the fitting room."

Watching them disappear behind the curtain, she sighed wistfully.

Ah, young love...

Chunan stumbled into the fitting room, dazed. Before he could react, Xiaohan locked the door behind them.

Now *he* wanted to hit someone. "The hell—?!"

"I’m not comfortable with strangers seeing my body! Isn’t that embarrassing?" Xiaohan hissed, pulling him closer. "Is helping your girlfriend really that hard?"

"They’re *women*! What, are they gonna rape you?!"

"I just don’t like it!"

"Then measure yourself." Chunan turned to leave.

Xiaohan slammed her palm against the door, blocking him. She lowered her voice again. "You really wanna walk out now? Think about how it’ll look."

"How what’ll look?" Chunan’s eyebrow twitched.

"You just told them I’m your girlfriend, right?" Xiaohan grinned, knowing she had him cornered. "If they find out you refused to measure your girlfriend’s sizes—and didn’t even replace her ruined bra—won’t they think you’re a total deadbeat?"

"...You’re blackmailing me."

"So? Help me, or I’ll make sure you lose face too."

Chunan almost laughed out of frustration. "Why can’t you just do it yourself?!"

Seeing his surrender, Xiaohan immediately stripped down to nothing.

She had zero guard up—around him, or in this space.

Good thing this world took privacy seriously. Hidden cameras in fitting rooms? The penalties were so severe—bankruptcy, prison—that no one risked it for petty thrills.

Maybe that’s why she felt safe.

But... did she not see him as a man at all?

Xiaohan shoved the measuring tape into Chunan’s frozen hands. "Stop spacing out! Measure me so I can get dressed."

Chunan closed his eyes, exhaling slowly. He pushed aside his messy thoughts and moved behind her. "Raise your arms. Hold the tape yourself... I’ll just read the numbers."

As Xiaohan positioned the tape across her chest, she caught his stiff posture and smirked. "Hey, Chunan... are you blushing?"

Chunan stayed silent.

Taking his silence as confirmation, she teased, "I’m not embarrassed. Why are you?"

"Measure or shut up."

"Tch. With an opportunity like this... don’t you wanna... *test the texture*?"

"...Seriously?"

"Of course! As your bro, I’d sacrifice myself for you~!"

"...Like hell I will."

"...Can you at least come up with a new comeback?"