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Chapter 19: This Lass Is an E-Cup?!

He took another look.

After following Chen Yuan upstairs to the lingerie shop, Clovie only glanced through the doorway before her beautiful eyes went round.

Colorful, shimmering things were simply laid out in the open?!

In her world such items stayed hidden deep inside clothing stores.

Besides, those mannequins, those posters… women were even modeling them…

Her fair cheeks turned pink in an instant.

For a male like Chen Yuan, entering a women’s lingerie store felt awkward, yet he had no alternative.

Someone had to go in with Clovie; she did not even have money.

As long as he did not gawk everywhere, no one would arrest him as a pervert.

So Chen Yuan led the already tomato-red Clovie inside.

He gave the same instructions as before, but this time he let Clovie talk to the clerk herself and pick a few sets.

The clerk offered a polite smile and asked, “What size do you wear?”

“Uh…” Clovie did not understand and turned to Chen Yuan for help.

Chen Yuan had just sat down.

Eh?

Why stare at me? I have no idea either; I have never touched her!

The clerk repeated, “What size do you wear?”

Chen Yuan hurriedly stood and answered in embarrassment, “About… a D?”

The clerk looked at him, then at Clovie, pressing her lips together as if holding back laughter.

What are you snickering at, young lady?

“Um… please take her to try some on,” Chen Yuan added, fearing he had said something wrong. He really knew little about women’s sizes—only that something called thirty-six D existed—and Clovie’s were certainly not small. Back when he met her at sixteen she had already begun to fill out.

“Alright, come with me,” the clerk said to Clovie, then shot a shy glance at Chen Yuan, signaling him to follow.

Why do I have to follow… ah, clingy children are trouble…

In the end he stood in a suitable spot, doing his best to look busy on his phone so Clovie felt safe and no one mistook him for a peeping tom.

“Relax,” the clerk said inside the fitting room. “See whether this size fits.”

“It hurts a little.”

“Too tight? How about now?”

“Still a bit tight.”

“Seems you’re a bit more… freshman-year than your boyfriend imagined,” the clerk giggled, clearly jealous of such a figure. “Let’s try a more… freshman-year style.”

Chen Yuan listened, stunned, his face flushing.

He had never thought Clovie would be… like that.

He really could not tell.

He pulled out his phone to look up sizes, then stared wide-eyed in shock.

People from another world really were different.

Well, at least she would never starve…

“I’ll fetch a few sets in your size,” the clerk said, stepping out. As she passed, she cast a quick glance at the “busy” Chen Yuan.

He caught the look out of the corner of his eye.

Darn… what’s with that auntie smile?

Don’t start anything! My heart is bright red with devotion!

Dedicate the heart!

“Chen Yuan…”

Pfft—

Halfway through dedicating his heart he was interrupted, almost coughing up blood.

“W-what is it?” Fear and curiosity peaked inside him.

“Will you pick a few sets for me?” Her voice came out calm, without the slightest tremor.

Whew, scared me. I thought you wanted me inside to hook straps or give opinions.

So you just need me to choose styles… easy.

“Sure.”

“Pick pretty ones, and don’t go far.”

“Alright, I won’t leave,” Chen Yuan promised, then walked toward the racks.

Inside the fitting room, a blushing Clovie poked out her small head, confirming that he really was selecting lingerie and had not left. Her goal was simple: anything Teacher chose meant Teacher thought she looked good in it.

She had no indecent designs; as a Queen her dignity forbade shameful behavior.

Her sole reason was: if Teacher liked it, she liked it.

Under the excuse of choosing, she could learn Teacher’s taste; it had taken her a long time to invent this pretext.

Yet Chen Yuan now found himself in a quandary. Standing before rows of pink and mint-green lace, his mind automatically pictured Clovie wearing them.

His face reddened again.

No… can’t… really shouldn’t…

What on earth am I doing?

You ask me to pick lingerie and I bring in storms and thunder?!

White and blue should suit her. Fine, I’ll grab a few in white and blue.

The styles differed little—just the lace patterns changed—yet every piece looked soft and fragrant. She would look wonderful in them.

Wait, no, no—stop that crooked thinking.

Stupid brain, be serious!

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