The afternoon sunlight slanted across the dorm room’s wooden floor, dust motes dancing slowly in the beam.
Yu Qing sat cross-legged on the bed, a freshly opened package spread before him.
His fingers brushed over the pale grey cashmere sweater, the texture unbelievably soft.
Yu Qing imagined what Fu Yi would look like wearing it, and his heartbeat quickened uncontrollably.
It was Saturday.
His roommates had left early, leaving the dorm empty.
Perfect.
He had waited two days for this chance.
He carefully folded the delicate women’s clothes and placed them in his backpack.
Yu Qing took a deep breath, as if preparing to step onto a dangerous battlefield.
In truth, it wasn’t far off.
He rode the Metro for seven stops, stepping off at a Station he’d never even heard of.
Yu Qing had never been here before, but he knew it was far enough from school that he wouldn’t run into anyone he knew.
This was another corner of the city.
No one here knew him, and no one knew Fu Yi.
The mall’s restroom was as spotless as a mirror, the scent of lemon disinfectant lingering in the air.
Yu Qing locked the stall door and took a small Iron Box from the innermost pocket of his backpack.
The Black Pearl lay quietly on the velvet cushion, gleaming with a deep, mysterious light.
Yu Qing hesitated for a moment, then resolutely gripped it.
A familiar chill spread from his palm, his vision swaying.
When he opened his eyes again, the blurry reflection on the stall door had transformed into a tall, slender figure.
Yu Qing—no, now she should be called Fu Yi.
She gently touched her own cheek, the soft, delicate sensation sending a flutter through Yu Qing’s heart.
No matter how many times it happened, turning into this face always left her a little breathless.
Yu Qing carefully undressed, folding her clothes neatly and stuffing them into the bottom of the backpack.
Then she took out the pale grey sweater.
It was mid-October, autumn.
Wearing a turtleneck sweater wouldn’t seem strange.
The feel of cashmere sliding over her skin made her shiver slightly.
The sweater hugged her curves just right—not too tight, but subtly outlining the shape of her chest.
Next came the black A-line Skirt.
The hem landed ten centimeters above her knees, exposing a stretch of pale thigh.
She had also bought a pair of tights, but since she planned to wear boots today, she hadn’t brought them.
Finally, Yu Qing pulled on knee-high black boots and draped a grey-black woolen coat over her shoulders.
It was a bit much—she might get hot—but she liked this look.
The internet called it Hepburn Style, though she wasn’t entirely sure what that meant.
Yu Qing gently pulled her long hair out from the coat’s collar, a few strands brushing her cheek with a faint, elusive fragrance.
When the stall door opened, the two Ladies touching up their makeup at the sink lifted their heads in unison, their gazes lingering on her.
One even forgot about the lipstick in her hand, only snapping back to reality when the stick nearly slipped past her lip line.
Yu Qing pretended not to notice the stares and walked straight to the mirror.
The “Fu Yi” in the reflection took her breath away.
The turtleneck accentuated her swan-like neck.
Her legs beneath the black skirt were long and well-shaped.
The grey-black coat added an air of elegance, subtly contrasting with that delicate yet aloof face.
But what she found most enchanting were the eyes.
Fu Yi’s eyes were large to begin with, but now, they seemed brighter than ever, holding a mysterious allure that was hard to describe.
She unconsciously tilted her chin.
The movement made the “Fu Yi” in the mirror look even more cold and unreachable.
She might just fall in love with “herself.”
Stepping out of the mall, the afternoon sunlight warmed her through the coat.
Yu Qing strolled along the street, the sound of high heels tapping the pavement clear and rhythmic.
The gazes of passersby clung to her like invisible webs as she walked by.
Yu Qing felt uncomfortable at first, her back slightly stiff.
But soon, a strange warmth began flowing through her veins.
This feeling—of being watched, admired—was like a slow-acting drug, intoxicating her.
Yu Qing craved attention.
She’d always known she had this flaw, but she couldn’t fulfill that desire because her personality wouldn’t allow it.
Yu Qing walked into a stylish coffee shop.
The bell chimed crisply as she opened the door.
The young Cashier behind the bar looked up, eyes shining with open admiration.
“Hello, what would you like to order?”
The Cashier’s voice seemed softer than when serving the previous customer.
“A Latte, please.”
Yu Qing replied in Fu Yi’s melodious voice, adding a touch of her own coolness and detachment.
She noticed the Cashier’s ears turn red, a smile tugging at her lips.
Yu Qing chose a seat by the window.
Sunlight poured through the glass, casting warm patches across her.
The Latte arrived quickly.
The Latte Art was exquisite—far above average.
Beside it was a small Chocolate Cookie, a complimentary treat not listed on the menu.
Yu Qing sipped the coffee, her gaze drifting over the hurried pedestrians outside.
From time to time, someone would glance at her through the window.
Their eyes held none of the indifference or casualness usually directed at “Yu Qing,” but rather appreciation, curiosity, even a trace of envy.
“So nice…”
“If only it could always be like this…”
A thought crept into her mind, wrapping around her heart like a vine.
If I could always become her…
The idea made Yu Qing’s heart race.
It was both sinful and inexplicably thrilling.
Her conscience tried to crush the thought, but it refused to die.
By the time the coffee was gone, the sun was already starting to set.
Yu Qing checked the time.
Nearly five o’clock.
Time to head back.
But first, she needed proper underwear.
She was wearing lingerie bought online.
The size was wrong—too tight.
She’d bought it too small.
Since she was out today, she might as well fix this.
Hesitation washed over her in waves.
Finally, Yu Qing headed toward a high-end lingerie boutique.
This body needed proper care, she thought instinctively.
Inside, the lighting was soft and perfect, a subtle fragrance in the air.
All kinds of underwear were displayed like art on velvet cushions—lace, silk, and gauze shimmering delicately under the lights.
A woman in her forties, graceful and warm, greeted her with a smile.
“Good afternoon.
Do you need any help?”
Her gaze was bright, as if admiring a work of art.
Yu Qing felt her cheeks warm.
Luckily, Fu Yi’s skin was fair enough that the blush didn’t show.
“Um, I’m looking for some comfortable, everyday underwear, but my chest seems to have gotten bigger again. I’m not sure of my current size.”
She tried to keep her voice steady, but the slight tremble betrayed her nervousness.
The store clerk nodded.
“Please come with me. I’ll measure your size, then help you find the most suitable styles.”
The fitting area was separated by an elegant Screen, providing some privacy.
The clerk took out a soft measuring tape, her movements professional and swift.
When the cold tape circled her chest, Yu Qing held her breath.
She could feel her heart pounding like a drum.
“Your base size is 70C,” the clerk said with a smile.
“But I think you prefer slightly smaller sizes? It makes you look slimmer, but it’s actually not good for your health or shape.”
“I…I never noticed.”
Yu Qing mumbled.
The clerk tactfully didn’t ask further and showed her a few styles.
“These are perfect for your size. Comfortable and stylish. With your fair skin, pale apricot or lace designs will look especially good.”
Yu Qing shyly glanced at the options, her eyes drawn to a pale apricot bra.
The design was simple yet elegant, with delicate lace along the edges—graceful without being overly seductive.
Pervert…
The lighting in the fitting room was even softer than outside.
Yu Qing carefully tried on the bra, then lifted her gaze to the mirror.
The “Fu Yi” reflected wore only the pale apricot underwear, curves smooth and beautiful, her skin glowing softly under the lights.
The bra supported her chest perfectly, comfortable and flattering, with the lace edge brushing her skin and sending a subtle tingle.
Yu Qing unconsciously raised a hand, fingertips stroking her bare shoulder.
The skin there was so smooth it was unbelievable.
The girl in the mirror shifted with her movements, flawless from every angle.
“It really suits you,” the clerk’s voice came from outside, perfectly breaking Yu Qing’s reverie.
“You’re the best-proportioned guest I’ve served today—a work of art, sculpted to perfection.”
That kind of flattery…
You probably say that to everyone.
Yu Qing muttered internally, but couldn’t help feeling a strange emotion stir inside.
She stared at her reflection, the odd sensation growing stronger.
“If only it could always be like this…”
Yu Qing whispered.
Her voice was almost inaudible.
At that moment, the thought she’d always buried deep inside her became more than a vague fantasy—it took root, sending out fine, resilient tendrils.
Yu Qing forced herself to ignore it.
In the end, she bought the bra, along with two other styles recommended by the clerk.
At checkout, the clerk carefully packed her purchases, handing her the bag.
“I hope I can serve you again next time.
To be honest, it’s a pleasure serving customers like you.
Beautiful things always make people happy.”
“……”
“Thank you.”
Yu Qing took the bag and left the store.
The sunset stretched her shadow far behind her.
On the way back to campus, the thought echoed in her mind, in time with the clatter of high heels on the pavement:
Why does Fu Yi have all this but seem to take it for granted?
Why does she always smile so brightly, as if it all comes naturally?
If it were me…
If I became Fu Yi…
The reflection in the Metro window was unfamiliar and alluring.
Yu Qing stared at the image, feeling something shift quietly inside her.
“Jiangzhou University, arrived, please be careful as the doors open…”
The Metro chime jolted Yu Qing from her thoughts.
She snapped back to reality, uneasy about where her mind had gone.
Damn it, what am I thinking?
The junior is so cute, how could I have thoughts like that?
Yu Qing, you’re such a scumbag!
She grabbed the bag and hurried off the Metro, her high heels striking the ground in a chaotic rhythm.
When Yu Qing finally found a secluded corner to change back, slipping into familiar clothes, she suddenly felt awkward and ill at ease.
The ordinary self in the mirror stood in stark contrast to the dazzling figure from hours earlier.
The sense of loss was stronger than ever.
Yu Qing walked slowly back to the dorm, clutching the bag of women’s clothes and lingerie.
He decided to avoid the junior for a while and cool off.
Little did he know, a thread titled “The Cold Campus Belle on the Metro” was already climbing the Forum’s hot topics at breakneck speed.
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