Sweet daily life of Little Tanuki and Qin Che in Love and Deep Space

"First, your clothes must be made to my measurements. No matter what they look like, you have to wear them to the birthday party. You can't sneak around and ask the designer to take your measurements again. That's called respecting my work."

“Okay…” Qin Che said with a smile in his eyes.

"Secondly, in order to measure more accurately, I naturally have to measure right up against your skin. You can't accuse me of taking advantage of you."

"Hmm, that makes sense too." Qin Che nodded, all ears for your third point.

"Thirdly, what are you going to say about measuring me later? I don't believe your nonsense. You'd better find a professional."

Qin Che's expression underwent a subtle change after you finished saying the third point.

He paused for a moment, then nodded reluctantly: "I keep my word."

Qin Che casually lifted his casual clothes, pulling them all the way up to reveal his well-defined abs and pectoral muscles.

He leaned back slightly against the table: "After searching for so long, have you decided where to start?"

"This isn't my first time doing something like this, so naturally I have to think things through carefully and be meticulous. Don't rush me." You took the measuring tape out of your hand and stood beside Qin Che, observing his undulating muscles, but hesitated to make a move.

"If you don't start eating soon, the steak on your plate will get cold," Qin Che said kindly, noticing the starry look in your eyes.

"It's okay, I just love eating cold steak, do you have a problem with that?"

"No." Qin Che chuckled and raised his hands, indicating that you could measure his chest circumference first.

You walk up to him, get close to him, and reach your hands behind him, wrapping the measuring tape around his back to his chest.

Because he was so big, you could only get the measuring tape in the other hand by pressing your face against his chest.

Skin to skin, such close contact that you could even clearly hear his regular, strong heartbeat.

"I'm not trying to take advantage of you, it's just that you're so wide..." you muttered to yourself.

His voice, tinged with laughter, rang out above your head: "Yeah, I know..."

You glanced up and realized that this was the real reason the guy had sent the designer away so you could take his measurements.

Hehe. I can't blame you for thinking about all sorts of lewd nonsense all the time; the main problem is that some people are always deliberately trying to seduce you.

They spend all day coming up with these random, nonsensical plays.

But since we're already here, we should naturally strive to achieve that desired effect, so that his elaborate schemes won't have been in vain.

Got it! Got it! I guarantee he'll be satisfied!

Qin Che looked at you with a slight smile on your face, wondering what his little cat was imagining again.

You tugged the measuring tape up and down, adjusting its position, while the back of your hand intentionally or unintentionally brushed against his chest.

While doing bad things, they didn't forget to steal glances at the expressions of certain people.

When you saw his eyes gradually narrowing, you quickly moved down half an inch.

As you tighten the measuring tape, announce a number: "Bust 90".

Qin Che smirked: "How can you wear clothes that are so tight? Try them on again."

"Oh..." You made an "o" with your little mouth and continued sliding the measuring tape.

The measuring tape is made of leather, and some friction and resistance are inevitable when it comes into contact with the skin.

You will inevitably need to use some force to move it.

The cool back of my hand gently touched his slightly rising and falling chest.

The measuring tape occasionally makes a subtle change as it passes over a certain spot...

Now you don't dare to peek at certain people's expressions anymore; you can only pretend that nothing happened.