Chapter 77 - Fitting room
【No… Don’t you think it’s even more thrilling to hear those small noises through the earpiece when the screen is off?】
“Jiang Zi! This one, this one, it suits you perfectly.” Tang Yuan came back holding a black one-shoulder, tight-fitting one-piece bikini. It had no skirt decorations, but the side waist featured a tied-strap design, identical to the one worn by the model in the display.
It outlined the figure unmistakably. No exposed waist, no revealed chest, just a pair of legs on display. The snug fabric discreetly covered the lower triangle area.
Compared to other bikini styles, this one is actually quite modest.
But Tang Yuan still wanted Jiang Zi to wear it. Her reasoning was simple: Jiang Zi would never agree to wear something overtly sexy, no matter how hard she tried to convince her. But something plain like this—she could probably coax her into it.
Tang Yuan wanted to see Jiang Zi in something sexy. Sure, she’d seen her without any clothes at all before, but that was different, wasn’t it?
Tang Yuan held the swimsuit up to Jiang Zi, aligning it with her figure. “It looks great on you, sister. Try it on, will you?”
Jiang Zi eyed the side-tie design. The straps along the sides could be tightened without revealing any skin.
Still, she felt uneasy.
Seeing Jiang Zi remain silent, Tang Yuan went in for the kill. “We’ll buy everything we try on today and wear them at home.”
Her usual coquettish tactics worked like a charm. “Come on, sister, you can’t just let me wear one and not wear one yourself, right?”
As expected, Jiang Zi agreed decisively.
Tang Yuan’s eyes sparkled instantly. She quickly pushed Jiang Zi towards the fitting room.
However, Jiang Zi caught her hands and pulled her into the fitting room with her. She closed the door behind them, leaving the two standing in an already cramped space.
Tang Yuan looked up at her in confusion, while Jiang Zi, with a straight face, removed her microphone and turned it off—hers and Tang Yuan’s. “I son’t know how to wear it. You help me.”
The livestream viewers, who were just eavesdropping on the drama, suddenly found themselves plunged into darkness and silence, left utterly frustrated.
They didn’t dare hope for much anymore. Could they at least get a glimpse of the swimsuit being bought for “home use”?
What the viewers had been anticipating was indeed happening in the fitting room.
Jiang Zi grabbed Tang Yuan’s hands and pushed her own shirt up, resting them at her waist.
“Help me take it off.”
She rested her chin on Tang Yuan’s shoulder, her cheek brushing against her ear. Her low voice, saying something entirely normal, somehow sounded scandalously suggestive, as if delivering a line straight out of an adult movie. “Second time around, you should have some experience by now.”
Tang Yuan felt the warmth of Jiang Zi’s skin under her hands growing hotter and hastily pulled her hands away. “Jiang Zi, behave yourself!” she chided.
Jiang Zi protested, visibly aggrieved. “But you’re the one who said we’d wear them at home. You’re the one who tempted me first.”
Tang Yuan poked her waist, pushing her away. “…That’s twisting my words! I said wear them at home.”
Jiang Zi sulked but resigned herself to taking off her own clothes. However, she was still serious about having Tang Yuan help her put the swimsuit on.
Fiddling with the messy side straps, she looked at Tang Yuan with wide, innocent eyes. “Wifey, I really can’t do it.”
Perhaps it was the cramped space, but even the air felt heavier.
Tang Yuan, half annoyed and half flustered, grabbed the straps from Jiang Zi’s hands. It wasn’t complicated at all—just two straps to slip on and tighten. She was clearly just acting.
Summoning some courage, Tang Yuan helped her remove the last small piece of clothing, instructed her to lift her leg, slid the swimsuit on, hooked the right shoulder strap in place, and tightened the side ties.
When everything was finally in place, Tang Yuan hadn’t even had the chance to admire how stunning Jiang Zi looked before she was distracted by the flush spreading across Jiang Zi’s face.
Tang Yuan froze for a moment, then quickly pressed her hands to Jiang Zi’s cheeks, nervous. “Sister, your face is so hot! Are you embarrassed or sick?”
Jiang Zi stared at her in silence, her breathing unsteady, her eyes rimmed red—like a wolf on the verge of losing control from hunger.
The moment Tang Yuan met her gaze, she understood. She tried to withdraw her hands.
But Jiang Zi held them firmly, guiding Tang Yuan’s cool palms back to her heated cheeks and nuzzling against them with her eyes closed.
Jiang Zi had clearly overestimated her self-control when she brought Tang Yuan into the fitting room to help her dress.
Now there was no other option. The swimsuit had to be purchased, no matter how unsuitable it was.
It was inconvenient to return it now.
Tang Yuan’s palm tingled.
At the same time, she thought to herself that it might be better not to try it on—just buy what she liked directly, after all, her figure wasn’t picky with clothes.
A piece of advice: Don’t try on bikinis with your partner—it can easily lead to trouble.
A voice came from outside the fitting room—it was the shop assistant, kindly asking, “Miss, do you need any help? Do you know how to put it on?”
Tang Yuan raised her voice, sounding both flustered and guilty. “No need!”
Turning her back to Jiang Zi, she leaned against the door and spoke in a muffled voice. “No need to check yourself in the mirror. Just change back into your clothes. It looks good. We’re buying it.”
Jiang Zi thought for a moment, then obediently removed the swimsuit, surprisingly adept at dressing herself this time. Quickly changing back into her own clothes, she rolled up the black bikini and cradled it in her arms, looking at Tang Yuan with an expression of pure innocence. “Done.”
Tang Yuan turned around and, seeing that Jiang Zi was dressed and her flushed face had mostly subsided, dared to open the fitting room door.
Inside, her inner turmoil—embarrassment, helplessness, and shyness—was like a loud scream echoing in Jiang Zi’s ears.
It seemed she’d really scared her earlier.
Once the microphones and cameras were reactivated, neither of them spoke. The shopping trip continued in silence, the atmosphere oddly tense.
The livestream viewers, finally able to see again, couldn’t help but notice the unusual quiet.
【What happened? Did they have a fight?】
【I swear, right before the mics were cut, I heard something… suggestive.】
【Camerawoman, you saw the whole thing, spill some details!】
【Get the camera closer! Is Jiang Zi’s ear red? Did they just kiss?!】
【Closed mics again for kissing! You two!】
Meanwhile, Jiang Zi secretly added every particularly sexy bikini to their basket. A smart woman must know how to plan for her own benefit.
The store clerk grinned from ear to ear while ringing up the purchase—this was a big sale, easily bringing in hundreds of thousands in a single day.
Leaving the store, Tang Yuan quickly moved past the earlier awkwardness and happily dragged Jiang Zi to shop elsewhere.
Seashell vases? Bought. Conch shells? Bought. A string of perfectly round pearls? Bought.
Jiang Zi even bought several extra strands of pearl necklaces, stuffing an entire woven bag full of them.
“Buying so many? Do you like pearls?”
Jiang Zi gave her a meaningful look and nodded. “I do.”
Tang Yuan didn’t think much of it. She liked gold and jewels too—it was just a personal preference.
【Little Tang Yuan, you’re no match for Jiang Zi.】
【Pearls come from oysters. Returning to the oyster feels only natural.】
(TL: You know, you know)
【Jiang Zi, control yourself! Don’t expose your true nature with Tang Yuan around.】
【This is maddening. I get it now. Let’s stop talking before our thoughts go astray.】
Meanwhile, viewers in other streams, like Meng Yao’er and Su Qingyao’s, weren’t as lucky. They were stuck watching a completely silent broadcast, trying desperately to figure out what was going on from lip movements alone.