"Mm, that makes sense. So when are you starting?"
Su Rui asked curiously, but Talulah merely gave a mysterious smile. "I'm having some clothes made. I'll start once they're finished."
"All right, then I'll go check on Zima and the others' training results first."
Su Rui nodded, unconcerned by Talulah's attempt to keep him guessing, and turned his attention to Zima and the others below, who were resting between training sessions.
Meanwhile, Talulah got up and found the tailor she had hired earlier, asking whether the item she wanted was ready.
"Where are the clothes I ordered? They should be done by now, right?"
"Yes, the men's outfit you asked me to prepare is ready. But forgive me for speaking frankly—the physical structures of men and women are different. If you want to project a tougher aura, I can use a different design. But if I forcefully tailor the clothes according to a man's body structure, I'm afraid they won't fit very well when worn."
Talulah merely glanced at the female tailor before offering no explanation. "Just do as I said."
As she spoke, Talulah took the outfit from her hands, leaving some extra room so it could be adjusted after Su Rui tried it on.
What an idiot. She said it was clothes for a Drak, but the height was different, and she said it was for a man. Why would the tailor think Talulah intended to wear it herself?
There was no way Talulah could fit into Su Rui's clothes, all right?
Seeing that the progress bar had reached one hundred percent because of their earlier conversation, Talulah's smile grew even more pronounced.
If she hadn't been waiting for Su Rui's clothes to be finished, she wouldn't have wanted to endure it at all. She would have made