Jianglai's cheeks burned crimson, as if blood might seep through. Her hands gripped Yingyu Chi's high-neck sweater tightly. For a moment, she dared not open her eyes, terrified deep down her sister-in-law might do something unimaginable again.
"Brother-in-law..."
Yingyu Chi's voice dripped with seduction and danger. "Why won't you look at me?"
Hearing it, Jianglai's breath hitched. Her heart pounded wildly. She couldn't open her eyes—seeing her sister-in-law's face would drag back that fleeting glimpse.
Black lace lingerie against snow-white skin. Such a simple contrast. Just an instant, yet utterly devastating. On Yingyu Chi, it radiated cool, detached sensuality.
Jianglai kept her eyes shut. But other senses sharpened. That moment was seared into her mind. Not just the image—her ears and nose grew hyper-sensitive.
They used the same shampoo and body wash. Yet on Yingyu Chi, the scent felt utterly different.
Jianglai knew lingering here was risky. Staff would check if they stayed too long. Only her sister-in-law should see her like this.
"When I try on bras later," Jianglai rasped, forcing her eyes open but avoiding Yingyu Chi's gaze, staring instead at her chest. Just thinking of that skin beneath the sweater dried her throat. Her voice turned hoarse. "I'll turn my back. Don't... touch me."
She was grateful she wasn't the man she used to be. Otherwise, she'd have lost all composure. She couldn't betray her sister-in-law's trust—or her wife's.
If still male, those lustful fantasies would send blood rushing downward. Now, even with that heat pooling uselessly below, she felt powerless, flushed and restless.
After a fleeting glance, Jianglai turned her back. Shame replaced shyness this time. She feared Yingyu Chi might sense that trace of wicked thought. How could she face anyone then?
Cool white lights bathed the fitting room, making skin glow pristine. Under Yingyu Chi's gaze, Jianglai slipped off her top. Head bowed, she covered her chest, sweeping her hair forward.
To Yingyu Chi, her brother-in-law looked like an angel. Flawless skin flushed pink. As she fastened Jianglai's bra strap, her fingertips brushed skin hotter than before.
That heat fanned Yingyu Chi's simmering desire. Restraint crumbled. She longed to take her right here.
"Bras shouldn't go in the washer," Yingyu Chi murmured. "Hand-wash them. Change daily in summer. Wash bras and panties separately."
Jianglai nodded obediently. Yingyu Chi wasn't sure she knew this—but detailing it gave her an excuse to hand-wash them later. Why not?
Neither liked splitting tasks. At the store, Yingyu Chi bought a week's worth of bras, even slightly larger sizes for "those days." She'd thought of everything.
But Jianglai had her own worries. Things she couldn't say aloud. Like what happened here. Even as family, even as a woman now, she needed caution.
If such closeness was normal between girls, Jianglai needed Yingyu Chi to remember: she used to be a man. Everyone else might forget—but not her. She was the only one who knew. If even Yingyu Chi saw her as just a woman, Jianglai's fragile male pride would shatter.
Shopping, Jianglai seemed absent. She nodded at everything. Drank every drop of the large fruit tea Yingyu Chi bought.
Then urgency struck. She needed the restroom.
At home, she'd adapted. But public restrooms? Her body was female, her mind still male. Using the women's room was unthinkable.
She tried holding it. But female anatomy was less tolerant. Just a few steps, and it became unbearable. Nothing like her old self—she could've held it an hour then. Now... Help!
"Rest... room..."
Unable to move, Jianglai froze, clutching Yingyu Chi's hand. Afraid of humiliation, she squeezed her thighs together. Her face burned. Her whisper was barely audible. "Restroom. Take me now..."
Jianglai never thought a bathroom break could nearly make her cry.
