"Don't move."
Luojia said seriously to An Su, "Let me take your measurements."
"..."
An Su couldn't keep a straight face from the moment he arrived.
Dear Miss Luojia, do you realize what you are saying?
I've only heard of the naturally cute, but never the naturally oblivious!
He found this world to be a gigantic oblivious mess: Miss Enya's oblivion leans toward sportiness, and Miss Luojia's oblivion leans more toward nature.
Miss Luojia was measuring An Su's size, her fair fingertips pinching the ends of the measuring tape, pressing it under the youth's armpit, circling around the chest, and instructing, "We need to make a tailcoat."
She was also tying the buttons of An Su's shirt collar, her pale and tender fingers lightly smoothing out the wrinkles on his shoulders, then took out a dark tie, wrapped it around both sides of the collar, and finally tightened it at the front.
"The witch's tea party tonight requires you to dress a bit more formally, Mr. An Su."
