Chapter 56: Personally Taking Rong Anyao’s Measurements

Chapter 56: Chapter 56: Personally Taking Rong Anyao’s Measurements

Her low moan sent Jiang Fan’s blood surging.

"You little pervert, are you trying to strangle me with all that force?"

After she fastened the clasp, the woman spun around, draped her arms around Jiang Fan’s neck, and gazed at him with sultry eyes.

"COUGH, COUGH, COUGH. I didn’t mean to. It’s just... you’re very well-endowed."

"Um, you can check for yourself if it fits. I’ll... I’ll just head out."

"Oh? Is that so? Are you that scared of me?"

"Am I so ugly that you’re not the least bit attracted to me?"

"Or are you afraid I’m going to eat you alive?"

The woman’s breath was sweet as she leaned even closer, their lips now less than a centimeter apart.

"COUGH, COUGH, COUGH."

For any virile and healthy man, it was only natural to... stand at attention as a sign of respect.

But their position was far too intimate, and they were so close...

She raised an eyebrow, her gaze dropping. "Well now. Your ’little brother’ isn’t so little after all."

Her hand actually started to reach down, but Jiang Fan seized the opening to quickly dodge back.

After quickly adjusting himself, he fled the room, his face beet red.

"Tsk. All lust and no guts, that little brat."

The woman licked her lips, her gaze following Jiang Fan with a fiery intensity.

"A boy this interesting and handsome... I can’t let those two sluts get to him first."

"Little guy, you can’t escape. I’ve got you right where I want you."

...

After running out, Jiang Fan wiped the fine beads of sweat from his forehead.

Rong Anyao, standing nearby, watched him with concern.

"That woman... she didn’t do anything to you, did she?"

"COUGH, COUGH, COUGH."

Her question almost made Jiang Fan choke on his own spit.

"What could she do to me in the fitting room? All I did was help her with a clasp."

"Wait, why am I even explaining anything to you? Have you picked something out? If so, then hurry up and buy it."

Jiang Fan had just started to explain when he caught himself.

"Hmph. And why shouldn’t you explain it to me?"

"I want this set... and this one. But I don’t know my size. You’re going to measure me!"

"Huh?"

Jiang Fan stared at her in shock.

"You don’t even know your own size?"

"I don’t. And I want *you* to measure me."

"What’s wrong? Isn’t the customer always right? You can’t even grant a customer this one tiny request?"

"You’re afraid of her complaining, but not me?"

Rong Anyao threw the other woman’s words right back at him.

Jiang Fan clenched his fists as he stared at her.

But his anger quickly deflated.

"I’m a grown man, what do I have to be afraid of? You’re the one who should be worried about being taken advantage of!"

"Fine! I’ll measure you! But you’d better not scream!"

Jiang Fan said, pretending to be fierce.

"Hmph."

Unfortunately, Rong Anyao paid him no mind and walked into the fitting room.

It felt like he had just punched a wad of cotton.

Jiang Fan grabbed the measuring tools and followed her inside.

He found Rong Anyao standing there, her face bright red as she looked at him, appearing exceptionally shy.

"Where’d all that arrogance go? Come on, didn’t you want me to measure you?"

"Let’s see what this is all about!"

"Hmph. So measure me!"

Rong Anyao took a few deep breaths, steeling her resolve.

With a trembling hand, she unbuttoned her shirt.

Jiang Fan immediately turned his head to look away.

’He hadn’t realized before... Rong Anyao was just as stacked as the other woman.’

’She had to be at least a C-cup.’

’It was just that her bra was too small, constricting her and making her look smaller.’

’No wonder she needed to buy new lingerie. This size didn’t fit her at all.’

"What are you standing there gaping for? Hurry up and measure!"

"I’m only letting you do this, you know. I would never let anyone else."

Rong Anyao quickly added this, as if afraid Jiang Fan would mistake her for a promiscuous girl.

Jiang Fan flinched slightly and said nothing.

He picked up the soft measuring tape and moved behind her.

He noticed the bra must have been worn for a long time; the tag on the back had been completely washed away.

He first measured the upper part of her chest, and then her waist. Finally, he took a deep breath and slowly let it out.

The warm breath on her skin made Rong Anyao shudder, and a pink blush spread across her body.

Only then did he lay the measuring tape across the highest points of her chest.

But the measurement he got felt wrong to Jiang Fan.

It wasn’t a C at all, a B+ at most.

He opened his eyes and realized she hadn’t taken off her bra.

’No wonder the measurement was off.’

"Um... you have to take off your bra, otherwise I can’t get an accurate measurement. Or... maybe you should just do it yourself,"

Jiang Fan said awkwardly.

"Hmph! You could help that vixen with her clasp, so why can’t you measure me?"

"I insist that you do it!"

As if in a fit of pique, Rong Anyao reached back and unfastened the clasp.

She just didn’t have the courage to face Jiang Fan, however, and could only keep her back to him.

Jiang Fan had no choice. He picked up the tape and prepared to measure blind.

But this method was prone to error, and Jiang Fan’s hand accidentally brushed against her skin several times.

Her body trembled with every touch.

For Jiang Fan, this was pure torture. ’At this rate,’ he wondered, ’will I end up impotent?’

He finally understood Li Muwan’s malicious intentions.

What man could withstand this kind of stimulation?

"A-Are you done measuring yet?"

Rong Anyao’s voice trembled. Lost in thought, Jiang Fan had zoned out, holding the soft measuring tape motionless against her chest.

"COUGH, COUGH, COUGH. Done, it’s done. I’ve got the measurement."

"Um, get dressed and you can go pick something out."

After saying this, Jiang Fan fled the fitting room.

Watching him flee like that, the corners of Rong Anyao’s mouth curved into a mysterious, pleased smile.

If Jiang Fan had seen it, he definitely would have cursed her for being a psycho.

Jiang Fan kept his head down as he hurried out, nearly running head-on into someone.

"Hey there, little brother. I’m putting this sale on your commission, okay?"

"This is my number. You have to call me when you have time."

The woman was carrying two bags and held out a business card.

Ye Qingqing. Below it was a string of numbers.

"We’re leaving too, little brother. You can call us when you’re free,"

The other two women said, each stuffing a business card into his hand.

Jiang Fan just smiled and nodded at them.

After they left with the male companions who had been waiting for them outside, Jiang Fan tossed all three cards directly into the trash.

Two female clerks who had seen the whole thing stared with wide eyes.

They saw all sorts of people every day, and they could tell that those three women were either rich or powerful.

Yet all of them seemed interested in Jiang Fan and had proactively given him their contact information.

’And he just threw it away?’

"I’ll take these two sets. Can you get them for me in my size?"

Rong Anyao had appeared at some point and now stood beside Jiang Fan, taking small steps and whispering with a blush on her face.

"Okay. You can pay at the front counter."

"Um... are you free tomorrow night? I’d like to treat you to dinner,"

Rong Anyao said to Jiang Fan after paying.

"Treat me to dinner?"