Sang Qing asked, confused, "What are you doing?"

The movie star's face held a mixture of disdain and arrogance: "Take my measurements, I want to have clothes made!"

"ah?"

Sang Qing was surprised, but Nie Xin glanced at her, and she quickly closed her mouth and took out a soft measuring tape.

She was meticulous and quick-witted, taking measurements and writing down the data in a small notebook as she went.

Because he was tall, she had to stand on tiptoe slightly when measuring his shoulders and neckline.

Nie Xin rarely had such close contact with her.

The girl's sweet fragrance kept wafting into his nose. From this angle, the sunlight streaming in from outside shone directly on half of her face, making her fair skin look as if you could pinch water out of it, and you could even see the fine downy hairs on it clearly.

Nie Xin stared intently, feeling as if her heart had been struck hard.

However, when she suddenly came to her senses, Sang Qing had already bent over.

"You..." Nie Xin was startled, "What are you doing?"

The little head was between his legs, and a pair of small, white hands were reaching towards that area...

"Hello!"

Nie Xin roared.

Sang Qing was startled; her small body trembled, and she looked at him in surprise.

"W-what's wrong, Uncle?"

"What are you doing?" Although Nie Xin was yelling at her, a sweet feeling welled up inside her.

That brat, taking advantage of him while taking his measurements?

And they always target that specific place when they make an arrest...

Are you in such a hurry?

Nie Xin's lips curved into a barely perceptible smile.

Unexpectedly, the little girl's soft voice rang out: "Uncle, how can I make clothes if I don't measure like this?"

"……What's the meaning?"

"I need to measure your crotch length!" Sang Qing said with a wry smile. "Without measuring, I can't make you pants!"