Xia Weiyi's pupils shrank, redness spread all over his body, and his fingers almost tore the tape measure.
Si Wuan's expression couldn't be calmer: "Have you measured it?"
Xia Weiyi finally regained some of his spirit and shook his head: "I still need the trouser legs."
"Well, go on."
The man rolled his Adam's apple and urged indifferently.
He stood straight, with long arms and legs, and a naturally lazy look.
In contrast, Xia Weiyi was in a state of tension.
She slowly squatted down, pulled out the measuring tape, and carefully measured the hem of his suit pants. Suddenly, a low, sexy voice sounded in her ears: "Have you ever made clothes for other men?"
Xia Weiyi stopped what she was doing, looked up and looked at him.
He was so tall. Looking up at him from this angle, he looked like a god sitting in the clouds, with a stern expression, dark eyes, and a chill all over his body.
"You're the first."
Si Wuan lowered his eyes slightly and fixed his gaze on her blushing little face.
The way she squatted at his feet looked like a devout believer praying for God's protection, and a faint smile slowly appeared on her thin lips.
Soon the smile disappeared without a trace: "You will probably make clothes for many people in the future."
These words, accurate and unmistakable, hit Xia Weiyi hard on the head. Her heart suddenly tightened, as if being rubbed by a large hand. She couldn't breathe. She opened her lips and asked weakly, "Brother Wu'an, do you want me to make clothes for you alone?"
The man focused his dark pupils and said calmly, "Whatever you want."
Xia Weiwei: "..."
Her legs were numb from squatting, but she didn't want to stand up, so she continued to look at him in that upward posture.
Si Wuan raised his eyebrows coldly: "Have you measured it?"
"Okay, okay."
The girl quickly stood up, her face flushed. She didn't dare to look at him, but opened her phone and recorded the data.
"I'll take you home."
Along the way, the two sat in a car, but neither of them spoke. The atmosphere in the car was ambiguous and weird.
The car stopped at an intersection not far from the Si family villa.
Xia Weiyi opened the car door, got out, and whispered goodbye, only to receive a "hmm" from Si Wuan.
Tonight, he felt much cooler.
Xia Weiyi bit her lip and couldn't help asking, "Brother Wu'an, did I do something wrong?"
Si Wuan stared at her eyes that were about to burst into tears, and raised the corners of his lips: "Why do you ask that?"
"Suddenly I feel you are so cold."
Si Wu settled down, stretched out his fingertips, and rubbed his temples: "Maybe it's because you're too tired, don't think too much."
"Okay." Xia Weiyi pursed her lips and nodded, then stood up and left.
She wanted to take some time to learn massage from Lao Wei so that she could help Brother Wu'an stretch his body next time.
Seeing her figure disappear from his sight, the man reached out and unbuckled his belt. For some reason, his suit pants were very tight when he was in the apartment. He forced himself to endure it until now, and only loosened his belt after she left to make his pants looser.
He panted heavily and murmured to himself: Should I remind her to make the gap in her pants a little bigger?
Xia Weiyi returned to Si's house. There was no one she disliked in the living room. She ran upstairs in one breath, returned to the bedroom, fell on the bed, gasped for breath, took out her mobile phone to check the physical data of Si Wuan that she had recorded. It was perfect. He was indeed a natural clothes rack.
Making clothes for him is a pleasure.
She was delighted to know his exact data, as it would make it much easier for her to make or buy clothes for him in the future.
She was afraid that she would forget this important physical data, so she took a screenshot and saved it in a hidden album on her phone.
When she opened the photo album, it was full of photos of Si Wuan's profile. These were all photos she took secretly.
Her fingers trembled as she flipped through the documents. He really had too many black shirts. Although each shirt looked similar, there were still some that were noticeable.
Rub the photo with your fingertips.
She felt like she was going crazy.
How could blasphemy feel so good?
The blood was flowing freely and colliding in the body. In my mind, I imagined his face, his body, and the size of his body. I stretched out my hands and described it.
When she was measuring his pants in his apartment, she wanted to kneel down, hug his legs, and confess her love: "I love you so much that I am almost dying."
Crying and laughing, fantasizing endlessly. Xia Weiyi hugged his pillow, kneaded his towel, and fell into a dreamlike state.
The love is strong.
How to place the love that cannot be hidden!
Tonight, for the first time she came back without studying, she was immersed in her endless obsession with Si Wuan.
The next day, she got up early, picked up the book, and recited it in a low voice. She would never let his teachings go to waste. She would let him know how much she could do for him.
After studying until eight o'clock, she washed up, picked up her schoolbag, and left the Si family.
I met Si Mumu in the living room.
Si Mumu was holding a book and reading aloud. Seeing her, she chuckled: "Some people, I've never seen her study. She doesn't think she's a genius and can do well in the exam just by talking nonsense, right?"
Xia Weiyi's lips curled up coldly: "When I win, just stop crying and pretending to be sick."
Si Mumu angrily scolded: "Who are you saying is pretending to be sick?"
"Who do you think I'm talking about? Who's the one who refuses to eat all day and cries and calls Wu An to come back and comfort him?"
Hearing this, Si Mumu laughed out loud: "Xia Weiyi, you are just jealous that I have a good brother who loves me. Haha, how pitiful, you don't have any relatives at all, you are a person abandoned by this world."
These words pierced Xia Weiyi's heart.
Her heart was bleeding, her face was pale, her lips were trembling, and she was unable to utter a word to refute.
Si Mumu was immersed in her rare victory, her little face was full of joy. She stared at Xia Weiyi, humph, to see what she could say.
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