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

Your little finger brushes against his skin...

Tuck the measuring tape into the center.

"Bust measurement 109".

Qin Che's voice changed slightly as he nodded and said, "It's really good. This time, the clothes will definitely fit perfectly."

You put away the measuring tape and reach your hand through his waist.

He raised one hand and placed it in front of his chest.

You think to yourself with a sly grin: Oh my, what's there to be shy about? It's not like we haven't seen it before.

On the surface, she still had to pretend to be calm and continue moving the soft ruler up and down around his waist.

Perhaps his side was a sensitive spot for him, because after you had only slid a few times, he tapped your forehead as a warning.

You hold up the measuring tape and say, "Waist circumference: 91".

Qin Che sighed softly and said, "You want me to wear clothes several sizes too big again? Try it on again."

You replied quietly, "But you're the one who told me to try again."

You confidently start messing around on his waist again.

He even used the soft ruler to count on his well-defined abdominal muscles.

Finally, you realize there's another area to measure, so for now you should "conserve your strength" and not go overboard.

So you say another number: "Waist circumference 73, wow, that waist is really thin."

"I'm starting to worry about my pants. What do you think?" Qin Che ignored your comment, stood up, crossed his arms, and turned his back to you.

You chuckled silently, adjusted your facial expression, and then slid the measuring tape down across his waist.

She muttered to herself, "Why do they measure clothes naked, but measure pants through the fabric? It's not precise at all."

"You don't want to wear it through the fabric? I have no problem with that, but we'll see if you can handle the consequences of your suggestion later." Qin Che's voice drifted over.

Feeling guilty, you didn't dare to offer any further suggestions.

"You heard all of that? How come your ears are so sharp..."

Hmph... If you won't let us use YY (a Chinese voice chat program), then we'll just do it ourselves.

You started manipulating the soft measuring tape on his waistband, sometimes sliding it up and down, sometimes rubbing it left and right.

They even had to pretend to compare the numbers.

Then he tightened his grip and calmly announced a number: "81".

"Are you sure you want to attend a banquet with a man wearing pants like these?" Qin Che turned around, his gaze carrying a sense of helplessness.

"Then I'll measure it again." After saying this, you licked your lower lip.

After letting out a soft breath, he continued playing.

You only obediently stopped when you heard someone finally cough twice to stop themselves.

"Hips circumference 95".

"Exactly correct. But did you secretly breathe a sigh of relief just now?"

"No, you misheard me. That was just normal breathing."

Qin Che straightened his clothes, tidied himself up, then turned around and pinched your cheek: "Laughing so happily, is it fun?"

"Hehehe, you set this up just so I could play along, didn't you?"

"Yes, you're right." Qin Che nodded and took your arm. "Since we're attending the banquet together, we need to choose matching clothes."

You paused for two seconds and quickly replied, "We just made a three-point agreement that you need to find a professional to measure me."

"I'm a professional... I'm a professional..." Qin Che pulled you close to him and whispered in your ear, "After all, no one understands your body better than me..."