Chapter 13: The Fitting

The air in the dorm room was strangely quiet.

Lin Ci stood by the door, unable to decide whether to go in or back out.

Gu Mianmian slowly stood up, holding onto the edge of the desk.

Her face was still sickly pale, and the loose old clothes hung empty on her frame.

Lin Ci looked at how frail she seemed, and most of his defenses crumbled.

“I brought you century egg and lean pork congee. Drink it while it’s hot.”

Lin Ci walked over and set the steaming takeout box heavily on the desk.

Gu Mianmian glanced at the congee, then looked up at Lin Ci.

“Senior, you still haven’t answered my question from this morning.”

She held a soft measuring tape in her hand, her tone frighteningly persistent.

Lin Ci slapped the medicine box on the desk and glared at her.

“Eat your food! Mind your own business!”

Gu Mianmian lowered her eyes, her thin shoulders trembling slightly.

She covered her mouth and coughed softly a few times, coughing until her eyes turned red.

“Cough, cough… If you hate me, Senior, I won’t ask.”

She let out a low sob, her voice soft and pitiful.

Lin Ci’s head immediately started to ache.

He had never been able to stand girls crying, especially not a sick little patient who had just recovered from a fever.

“Alright, alright! I don’t hate you!”

Lin Ci scratched the back of his head in irritation.

“It’s just that I don’t know how to put that thing on. Is it such a big deal that you have to act like you’re dying?”

He admitted it, throwing caution to the wind.

Gu Mianmian kept her head down, the moisture in her eyes vanishing in an instant.

A sickly darkness quietly surfaced.

She handed over the measuring tape in her hand.

“We need to measure your underbust and bust first to determine if the size is right.”

Gu Mianmian took a step forward, now only twenty centimeters away from Lin Ci.

Lin Ci’s back pressed tight against the wardrobe door.

“Gu Mianmian, don’t push your luck.”

Lin Ci looked at her in warning.

Gu Mianmian didn’t back down. She reached out and gently took hold of the zipper on Lin Ci’s hoodie.

“What are you afraid of, Senior? We’re both girls.”

Lin Ci’s throat tightened.

‘Like hell we’re both girls!’

‘I’ve got a pure man’s soul in this body!’

Gu Mianmian’s fingers were ice-cold, slowly pulling the zipper down.

The sound of the metal teeth sliding was especially clear in the quiet room.

Lin Ci’s breath caught, and he instinctively moved to block her.

But Gu Mianmian had already slipped the hoodie off to both sides of his shoulders.

Underneath, he wore only a very thin white cotton tank top.

Snow-white, round shoulders were exposed to the air, the collarbone lines deep and distinct.

The thin cotton clung to full curves, revealing a heart-stopping arc.

A natural, sweet milky scent spread through the air as the clothes came off.

Gu Mianmian’s breath paused for a beat.

Her obsidian-like eyes widened slightly, gaze falling on that flawless white.

‘Senior’s skin is so white.’

‘Cleaner than anything I’ve ever seen.’

Gu Mianmian’s fingers holding the tape trembled slightly.

She raised both arms, wrapping the tape around from Lin Ci’s back.

Their bodies were almost pressed together.

Gu Mianmian’s warm breath fell into the hollow of Lin Ci’s collarbone and brought a hot numbness.

Lin Ci’s back was tense as a steel plate.

“Gu Mianmian, don’t let your hands wander.”

Lin Ci forced out the words, voice trembling.

“I’m not wandering. I’m finding the position.”

Gu Mianmian’s voice was very soft.

Her cool fingertips inevitably brushed against the skin at the edge of Lin Ci’s ribs.

Lin Ci sucked in a sharp breath, his waist and abdomen tightening abruptly.

The touch was too sensitive.

This body had an exaggerated reaction to any touch.

Gu Mianmian looked at the measurement on the tape, the tips of her ears quietly turning pink.

“Seventy-five, C.”

She read the number in a low voice.

Lin Ci closed his eyes, wishing he could find a crack in the floor to crawl into.

‘C?’

‘When I was a man, my chest muscles weren’t even this big!’

Gu Mianmian put down the tape and picked up the light beige bra from the desk.

She unhooked the back clasp and hung the two thin straps on Lin Ci’s slender shoulders.

The moment the cool, soft fabric touched his skin, Lin Ci shuddered all over.

“Put your arms through and get the straps on properly.”

Gu Mianmian spoke softly, but her tone left no room for refusal.

Lin Ci mechanically obeyed, slipping his arms through the straps.

“Now lean forward forty-five degrees.”

Gu Mianmian moved behind Lin Ci.

Lin Ci bent forward slightly as instructed.

The next second, Gu Mianmian’s cool palm pressed directly against Lin Ci’s shoulder blades.

Her small hands slid forward from under Lin Ci’s arms, gathering all the loose flesh into the cups.

Lin Ci nearly bit through his back teeth.

A man’s dignity shattered on the floor.

That touch carried an unusual warmth, and he went numb from head to toe.

“Gu Mianmian! That’s enough!”

Lin Ci roared low, face red.

“Don’t move. It’s almost hooked.”

Gu Mianmian’s voice came from behind his head.

Two soft clicks.

The double-row hidden hooks on the back were precisely fastened.

The formerly loose weight was lifted steadily, and a tight, enveloping sensation followed.

Lin Ci stood up straight and let out a long breath.

Although the feeling of being restrained was a bit strange, the heavy, dragging pull on his chest had indeed disappeared.

Gu Mianmian stood in front of Lin Ci, carefully adjusting the length of the two straps.

Her fingers deftly moved through Lin Ci’s long hair, brushing the strands to one side.

The snow-white, slender neck was fully exposed, so white it was dazzling.

Gu Mianmian looked at Lin Ci’s flushed cheeks, a flicker of satisfied smile in her eyes.

“Done.”

She withdrew her hands and stepped back.

Lin Ci looked down at his chest.

The formerly slack curves became lifted and gathered, the outline impossibly beautiful.

He quickly grabbed the hoodie from the desk and pulled it back on, zipping it all the way to the top.

Completely covered, not revealing a thing.

“How does it feel, Senior?”

Gu Mianmian looked up at him, eyes full of expectation.

Lin Ci cleared his throat and rubbed his burning earlobe.

“It’s… okay, I guess. Barely.”

He gave a stubborn evaluation.

Gu Mianmian’s lips curved slightly, revealing a very faint smile.

Lin Ci pulled out a chair and pushed the century egg and lean pork congee in front of her.

“What are you looking at? Drink your congee! If it gets cold, I’m throwing it in the trash!”

He threatened fiercely.

Gu Mianmian sat down obediently, picked up the plastic spoon, and took small sips of the hot congee.

The congee was thick, the minced meat stewed tender, with a faint scent of scallions.

The steam wafted onto Gu Mianmian’s face, coating her eyelashes with moisture.

Lin Ci sat across from her, watching her eat in small bites, the heat in his heart slowly calming.

‘Forget it.’

‘At least I solved a big problem.’

‘Now I won’t have to worry about it hurting when I run a few steps.’

Lin Ci leaned back in the chair and pulled a White Rabbit milk candy from his pocket, tossing it into his mouth.

The sweetness spread across his tongue.

Gu Mianmian finished half the bowl of congee and looked up at Lin Ci’s chewing cheeks.

‘Senior put on the bra I picked out today.’

‘On that bra, the warmth and scent of my fingers remain.’

Gu Mianmian lowered her head and scooped up a spoonful of plain congee, the darkness in her eyes quietly settling.

‘Senior can only be hers.’

‘Whether it’s the clothes, or the whole person.’

‘No one else can take them away.’

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