Chen Luo had come to understand that all foxes were like this.
"All right, get up first. I'll take your measurements, then make some clothes for your grown-up self. Judgement of Thunder!"
When in doubt, just call "mom."
After acquiring the all-purpose Judgement of Thunder, Chen Luo had gotten used to constantly seeking its help with everyday matters.
Everyone said Chen Luo was a machine for turning people into useless layabouts, but while Chen Luo only turned them into layabouts mentally, Judgement of Thunder turned Chen Luo into one in daily life.
Who exactly was the machine for turning people into layabouts? Chen Luo did not need to say it.
"Help Little Ya... Miko... that pink-haired little shrimp record the style of her clothes, then make a set based on the little fox's outfit. Oh, right, make the proportions one size larger," Chen Luo told Judgement of Thunder, which had appeared beside his bed.
"Understood, Your Highness." After picking up the little fox curled up in Chen Luo's arms, Judgement of Thunder began examining the style of her clothes from top to bottom.
"Oh, right. Make her skirt longer."
"Mm."
"The clothes aren't urgent. Just have them ready before tonight," Chen Luo said.
After Judgement of Thunder recorded the little fox's clothing style, Chen Luo undid the little fox's infantilization. The little fox appeared in her original form in the bar attic, shot Chen Luo a fierce glare, and pounced straight at him.
"Unga!"
"Put on some clothes." Looking at the shameless little fox standing there naked, Chen Luo silenced her with a headbutt.
"Mm, forget it. You won't be able to hold on much longer anyway. Three..."
"Three?" Slumped on the bed, the little fox instinctively used her sole fluffy tail to cover herself and tilted her head, unable