"Finally, I can wear my own clothes!"
Watching Theresa cheer like that, Zhao Bai silently thought, Aren't they all old-man T-shirts? Why does she always think hers is better?
Then he understood. There was more to an old-man T-shirt than he had thought. Its hem was a good bit longer than that of an ordinary T-shirt. It no longer merely covered the tops of her thighs, but swallowed up half of them entirely within the shirt. Her lower body was safe, but the rounded shoulders of the shirt had slipped down, revealing her delicate collarbones. Paired with her long fox ears, she somehow looked even worse.
The entire fox had become even worse.
The old-man T-shirt had gained another tear, exposing a vivid red stigmata. Zhao Bai continued watching without blinking, following her from the living room to the kitchen, from the kitchen to the balcony, and then from the balcony to... the bathroom. Theresa refused to let him enter, so Zhao Bai could only stand at the door, silently sketching out the shape of the stigmata in his mind and trying to memorize the special frequency of its Honkai energy fluctuations.
This continued until bedtime.
Theresa could only sleep on her stomach, chains wrapped around her body. Though the conditions were rather harsh, she slept like a child and soon fell into a deep slumber. Zhao Bai brought over a chair, sat beside the bed, and began his final struggle with Yae Sakura's stigmata.
Moonlight spilled gently down as the translucent, gauze-like curtains drifted upward. The fickle cool breeze filled the entire room. Zhao Bai kept his drooping eyes fixed on Theresa—the crimson cherry-colored stigmata.
"Big Sister Yae Sakura, please have mercy on me."
"Cough, cough."
He spoke softly, in a voice only he could hear, as though begging