"Yingyu, I don’t think I need to strip completely!"
Jianglai panicked as a pair of porcelain-white hands encircled her waist, the supple warmth of a body pressing against her back. She squirmed, trying to shrink into the corner.
But Yingyu Chi would never give her brother-in-law an inch. Her arms locked firmly around Jianglai’s waist—no matter how much he squirmed, escape was impossible. Sensing the urge to flee in the beauty cradled against her chest, Yingyu only pulled her closer.
"I won’t allow even the slightest error," Yingyu murmured, earnest and tender. "Only a perfect fit will prevent slipping from being too loose or discomfort from being too tight. I won’t let you ruin this beautiful body of yours." Her words carried the same protective weight as when she’d once strictly monitored his meals for his health.
That familiar warmth softened Jianglai’s resistance. Her struggles gradually stilled until she merely turned her head slightly, voice barely a whisper: "Is it really as you say?"
"I know best in these matters."
Reassured, Jianglai surrendered completely to her sister-in-law’s hands.
Yingyu gazed into her brother-in-law’s dark eyes—wide and glistening with a sheen of moisture from earlier fright. Their innocent, guileless gaze ignited something wild within her. She swallowed hard, fingers tightening instinctively on Jianglai’s waist before drifting downward.
Jianglai felt those slender fingers tracing her waistline, sliding down to her thigh. The cool, silken touch of Yingyu’s fingertips glided over her skin, drawing every ounce of her attention. *Isn’t this about changing clothes? Why is her hand wandering?*
"It’s... a bit cold..." she murmured.
And Yingyu’s breath against her neck—hot, heavy—made her ears burn.
Just as Yingyu teetered on the edge of losing control, a sharp rap on the fitting room door shattered the tension. The interruption cooled Yingyu’s frenzy, though her slender brows furrowed and lips pressed into a thin, displeased line.
A concerned voice filtered through the door: "Miss, are you both alright in there? Do you need assistance?"
Yingyu knew this wasn’t the moment to indulge her desires. Though her heart ached with longing, she forced herself to rein it in. Her expression shifted instantly back to its usual icy composure as she curtly dismissed the attendant. Then, all business, she began measuring Jianglai’s bust, waist, and hips.
"Brother-in-law," she murmured after finishing, "should we weigh you when we get home?"
The numbers confirmed what she’d suspected: not a single ounce of his body was out of place. His figure was flawless—as if meticulously sculpted by Nuwa herself, without a single imperfection.
A surge of crisis gripped Yingyu. Not from any rival, but from the sheer perfection of her brother-in-law’s form. *If he ever felt lonely... or craved beauty... he’d only need to look in the mirror.* The thought of him admiring his own reflection flickered in her mind—strangely alluring. She’d love to witness just how bewitching he truly was.
After quickly taking his measurements, Yingyu slipped out to select lingerie while Jianglai waited obediently inside the fitting room, replaying every touch. She buttoned her shirt, then cracked the door open just enough to watch Yingyu moving gracefully through the store. A complex mix of emotions churned within her.
*Ever since I became a woman,* she realized, *Yingyu’s grown bolder with me.* Especially when her hand had slid all the way to her thigh... *Could it be... she doesn’t like men?* Only that could explain why her stunning, accomplished sister-in-law had never dated anyone—or sparked a single rumor.
Jianglai’s gaze lingered on Yingyu’s elegant silhouette. *If she truly prefers women, someone so perfect would never lack suitors.* The thought twisted painfully: *Am I the one holding her back from happiness?* Perhaps Yingyu hid her truth, fearing disapproval from her "old-fashioned" brother-in-law.
The revelation struck Jianglai like lightning. *I must make it clear—I’m not that rigid.* She’d always wanted Yingyu to find joy, no matter her path.
Lost in these thoughts, she barely noticed Yingyu returning until a soft knock sounded. The moment the door opened a sliver, Yingyu slipped inside. The attendant outside merely smiled, understanding this tiny room had become their private sanctuary.
"I picked a few options," Yingyu said, holding up delicate lace-trimmed pieces that bordered on provocative. "Do you like them?"
They were beautiful—but far too elaborate for daily wear. Jianglai hesitated, preserving her dignity. "Aren’t these... a bit too fancy? Something simpler?"
Yingyu caught the unspoken objection. "They’re perfectly normal, brother-in-law. I wear them too." Without removing her turtleneck sweater, she teasingly lifted its hem just enough to reveal a flash of pure black fabric beneath.
Jianglai gasped, grabbing Yingyu’s wrist to stop her—but that fleeting glimpse was already seared into her mind: the curve of fabric, the tantalizing blur of skin beneath, igniting forbidden thoughts.
