A faint set of footsteps sounded behind me.
I clenched the things in my palm, then, before Ye Qingxian could "see them," swiftly put away the needle, thread, and fabric from before.
How was that any different from covering my ears while stealing a bell?
"Already making it?" Ye Qingxian chuckled inwardly.
"Of course." I had no intention of hiding it from her; I simply did not want Ye Qingxian to watch me make clothes.
My brows curved into crescents. "I've always been a woman of action, okay?"
Ye Qingxian laughed softly. "Do you even know my measurements, making clothes for me like this? Be careful, or I might not fit into them when they're done."
"No, who are you looking down on?" I widened my eyes, my tone exaggerated in sheer disbelief. "Y-you're joking, right? How can you underestimate a tailor? My eyes are the measuring tape—I can tell your measurements with one glance, no matter what they are."
"Didn't you see? The clothes I made for you last time fit down to the tiniest fraction. This time I'm making underwear, so naturally it'll be the same..."
Mentioning measurements, I instinctively looked ahead. Then, as I drew my gaze back, I instinctively glanced down. Just like countless times before, there was nothing blocking my view of my toes.
"..."
"Being a woman really doesn't have to mean being this perfect." I curled my lips and grumbled gloomily.
Ye Qingxian immediately burst into laughter. "That's right. Junior Sister is the most perfect woman."
Who exactly had been sneaking glances at her just now?
And after sneaking those looks, she still had to complain?
Had it been anyone else who dared look at her like that, Ye Qingxian would have slapped them flat into a pancake long ago.
Hm? I... was