Jiang Lai’s face flushed crimson, as if it might bleed.
Her hands tightly gripped Chi Yingyu’s high-neck sweater.
She didn’t dare open her eyes, terrified her sister-in-law might do something unimaginable again.
“Brother-in-law…”
Chi Yingyu’s voice dripped with allure, laced with danger.
“Why are you afraid to look at me?”
Hearing her sister-in-law’s voice, Jiang Lai’s breathing quickened.
Her heart pounded wildly.
She truly didn’t dare open her eyes.
If she looked at Chi Yingyu’s face, she’d recall that fleeting moment.
The black lace bra against snow-white skin—a simple contrast.
She’d only seen it for an instant, yet it was fatally striking.
On her sister-in-law, it exuded a cool, sensual charm.
Jiang Lai couldn’t bear to look at Chi Yingyu.
But with her eyes closed, her other senses sharpened.
That brief moment was seared into her mind.
Not just the lingering image—her ears and nose became hyper-sensitive.
Her sister-in-law used the same body wash and shampoo as her.
Yet the same scent smelled entirely different on her.
Jiang Lai knew lingering in the fitting room wasn’t wise.
If they stayed too long, the staff would surely check on them.
Her flustered state was something only Chi Yingyu should see.
“When I try on the bras, I’ll turn around.
You’re not allowed to touch me…”
Jiang Lai struggled to open her eyes.
She avoided looking directly at her sister-in-law, focusing on her chest.
Thinking of the snowy skin beneath the sweater, her throat went dry.
Her voice came out hoarse and low.
She was grateful she wasn’t her old self.
Otherwise, she’d have utterly disgraced herself before Chi Yingyu.
She couldn’t do something so outrageous.
It would betray her sister-in-law’s trust and her late wife.
If she were still a man, those fleeting, intoxicating fantasies would’ve sent blood rushing downward.
This was both a relief and a sorrow.
Now, even with a flood of fantasies, there was nowhere for the heat to go.
Her body burned with no outlet, leaving her powerless.
With a quick glance, Jiang Lai turned to face away from Chi Yingyu.
After the earlier experience, she felt less shy, more ashamed.
She feared her sister-in-law might notice the flicker of impure thoughts.
How could she face those close to her then?
The fitting room’s cold white light bathed her skin, giving it a clean glow.
Under Chi Yingyu’s gaze, Jiang Lai removed her top.
She lowered her head, gently covering her chest with her hands.
She swept her hair from her back to her front.
To Chi Yingyu, her brother-in-law was an angel.
Her flawless skin, inexplicably tinged with a faint pink.
As she fastened the bra straps, Chi Yingyu’s fingertips brushed hotter skin than before.
That heat fueled the fire in her heart.
Her barely contained desire burned hotter, scorching her reason.
She desperately wanted to claim her brother-in-law right there.
“Intimate clothing like bras can’t go in the washing machine.
They need hand-washing.
In summer, whether you sweat or not, change them daily.
If possible, wash bras and panties separately.”
Chi Yingyu saw her brother-in-law nod obediently at her advice.
She wasn’t sure if Jiang Lai knew these things.
But explaining in detail didn’t hurt.
If Jiang Lai found it troublesome, Chi Yingyu had a perfect excuse to wash her intimates herself.
Why not seize the chance?
Both Chi Yingyu and Jiang Lai preferred tackling tasks in one go.
They didn’t like dragging things out.
In the store, Chi Yingyu bought enough bras for a week’s rotation.
She even got slightly larger ones for certain times when sizes might shift.
She’d considered everything for Jiang Lai.
But Jiang Lai had her own thoughts.
Some things were too embarrassing to say in front of strangers.
What happened in the fitting room troubled her.
Even as a family, even as a woman now, Chi Yingyu should be cautious.
If such behavior was normal among women, Jiang Lai needed her sister-in-law to understand.
She’d once been a man.
Anyone could forget, but not Chi Yingyu.
She was the only one who knew Jiang Lai’s true identity.
If even her sister-in-law treated her as a woman, Jiang Lai’s fragile male pride would suffer.
While shopping, Jiang Lai seemed distracted.
She nodded to whatever Chi Yingyu said.
She drank an entire large cup of fruit tea her sister-in-law bought.
This led to an urgent issue—she needed a bathroom.
At Chi Yingyu’s home, she’d adjusted to using the toilet alone.
But that was in a private space.
A mall’s public restroom was different.
Jiang Lai felt she’d go mad.
Though her body was female, her social identity remained male.
Using the women’s restroom felt impossible.
When she first felt the urge, she planned to hold it until home.
But she discovered a woman’s body wasn’t as patient.
Just a few steps, and the urge became unbearable.
It defied her expectations.
As a man, she could hold it for half an hour or more.
But now—help!
“Bath…room…”
Unable to find relief, Jiang Lai could barely move.
She stood still, gripping Chi Yingyu’s hand tightly.
She feared taking another step would lead to public humiliation.
Big strides were out of the question.
Rubbing her thighs, she used every muscle to suppress the urge.
Her face burned red, her voice a faint whisper.
“Bathroom, take me to the bathroom quick…”
Jiang Lai never imagined a simple need to pee could bring her to the brink of tearful incontinence.