In short, after quite a bit of tugging and pulling, Lin Ziyan finally got her way and placed the cool, soft measuring tape against the girl’s body. After some quick mental math, she arrived at the bust difference.
Mm, 10.2 cm.
That size is… B cup.
Really quite unexpected. Lin Ziyan had originally thought an A+ would already be pretty good. Of course, there might be some margin of error, but it shouldn’t be much—she considered herself fairly experienced at this.
She glanced sideways at Ye Xingmian, whose face was flushed red and who was now hiding her body under the blanket. In her memory, this girl clearly couldn’t even eat properly—had all the nutrition gone straight to her chest?
Sigh… in a certain sense, it was the kind of physique that made people jealous.
It was just a pity it had ended up on the wrong person.
She gave a meaningless little smile, not even sure herself what she was laughing at. Was it some strange sense of superiority?
But none of that mattered anymore. Ye Xingmian’s size was only slightly smaller than her own—she could just use one of the bras she had worn in the past. Ignoring the naked girl currently curled up in self-isolation on the bed, Lin Ziyan walked over to the wardrobe and rummaged around, quickly finding a suitable one for her.
As for the style? Since these were ones she used to wear, naturally they weren’t anything fancy. She also conveniently grabbed a pair of small panties. All these things had been stuffed in the back of the cabinet for ages; she didn’t mind letting Ye Xingmian have them. They might need washing, but that could wait—first things first, solve the “having something to wear” problem.
She leaned over and patted the blanket-covered lump through the fabric, speaking softly:
“Come on, stop being shy. Try on the clothes I prepared for you.”
“Clothes?”
The muffled voice came from inside. Soon after, a girl with disheveled hair poked her head out. She sat up; the blush on her face still hadn’t faded.
“Yeah, those.”
Lin Ziyan pointed at the messy pile on the bed.
“Huh? But aren’t those all yours…?”
“You’re already wearing my underwear—do these really matter now?”
“Mm…”
Her face reddened again. The fact that she was wearing her former little sister’s underwear still filled her with shame.
“It was obviously you who told me to wear them…” she muttered under her breath. Even though she had tried to keep her voice low, Lin Ziyan still heard it.
“Hah? You dare talk back now?”
After being glared at, the girl shrank her neck and didn’t dare say another word.
Seeing her sitting on the edge of the bed with her head lowered in silence, Lin Ziyan didn’t press further. She walked straight to the head of the bed, picked up a sailor uniform she had kept for a very long time, and ordered in a commanding tone:
“Come here. Try this on.”
The girl turned her head at the words. Seeing what was in Lin Ziyan’s hand, she looked momentarily stunned.
“Isn’t this your school uniform?”
Her arms still instinctively protected her chest, even though it was now securely wrapped—no more uncomfortable rubbing from movement. The bra Lin Ziyan gave her fit perfectly—almost suspiciously well, to be honest. Wearing it felt genuinely comfortable. That just-right support was something the girl, who for so long had either been squeezed until she could barely breathe or had to clutch her chest to avoid painful friction while walking, found deeply relieving. The sense of security was hard to put into words.
“No, this is called a sailor uniform.”
To the girl, it looked no different from a regular school uniform—how exactly was it related to sailors? She didn’t understand. She just stiffly accepted the clothes and mechanically put them on.
But when she received the next item after the top, she fell silent again.
This is… a skirt?
She had only ever seen them on other people before. Now she was about to wear one herself. Her emotions were complicated, but she still put it on. The elastic waistband cinched at her waist, giving the strange contradictory feeling of “wearing something” yet “feeling like nothing is covering my legs.” The insides of her thighs felt completely exposed and empty—very insecure.
Yet at the same time there was also a kind of unrestrained freedom, completely different from wearing pants. Ye Xingmian felt that getting used to this would take time… though she also suspected she might never truly adapt to wearing something like this in her lifetime.
So this is what women’s clothing feels like? Once she puts on girls’ clothes, she probably looks more like a girl, right? Honestly… it didn’t feel particularly special.
“Stand up and let me see.”
At some point Lin Ziyan had already walked in front of her. The girl lowered her head and stood. Lin Ziyan looked at her—and immediately frowned.
“What’s wrong?”
Seeing the frown, the girl asked nervously.
“It doesn’t suit you…”
Was it a matter of aura? The sailor uniform, which should have highlighted a girl’s youthful energy and soft figure, looked strangely wrong on the downcast Ye Xingmian. It didn’t exude confidence, nor did it give off bright, lively youthfulness. If not for the girl’s pretty face, the overall effect could honestly be called quite bad.
“Take it off.”
She more or less understood what kind of clothes would suit Ye Xingmian. Without delay she dove back into the pile and started searching again.
Ye Xingmian was puzzled. She glanced back at Lin Ziyan in confusion. Was she being treated like a dress-up doll now? Why did she have to keep changing in and out of things? Still… it wasn’t tiring, and Lin Ziyan wasn’t deliberately making things difficult for her. Even though it felt a bit inexplicable, she was actually content with the situation.
Obediently accepting her role as the changing mannequin, Ye Xingmian took off the outfit again. This time, what Lin Ziyan brought over was a plain black one-piece dress.
Very simple design, pure black color. Even the Lin family’s finances didn’t allow for overly expensive clothes for their daughter. Still, there were some small thoughtful details: the hem was decorated with many tiny sparkling fragments, and at the collar was a small red stone accent. Since it was meant for spring and autumn, the whole dress had a thickened, warmer construction. Wearing it inside the heated room felt fine; going outside would require an extra coat.
Because of the cinched waist design, it didn’t feel as empty and exposed as the previous one—but the girl still felt very insecure. How to describe it… it was like running around with nothing on below.
“Stand up. Let me see.”
This time when the girl stood, Lin Ziyan’s eyes lit up. She had guessed correctly—Ye Xingmian looked very good in black. That soft black hair fell messily over her shoulders; the timid, unconfident aura was actually amplified by the dress, making the girl appear even softer and more delectable—like a fluffy, wobbly little cake.
“Alright, this is the one!”
With a snap of her fingers, Lin Ziyan tossed a pair of thick over-the-knee socks to the bewildered Ye Xingmian.
“Put these on too.”
She sat behind the girl, sorting through the clothes scattered across the bed while speaking. These were all old pieces she hadn’t worn in ages and had originally planned to throw away. She never expected they’d come in handy again—and surprisingly, the effect was actually quite good. The sizes fit well too; wearing them on her “little sister” didn’t look out of place at all.
Hearing that, the girl let out a small sigh of relief. But after taking the socks Lin Ziyan handed her, her expression immediately turned troubled.
She had absolutely no experience… how exactly does one put these on…?