Huang Rong from The Return of the Condor Heroes: Guo'er, calm down.

Yang Guo held the white gauze, as thin as a cicada's wing, his palms sweating profusely.

This isn't fabric; it's clearly an invitation from the King of Hell.

Through the thin veil, Yang Guo could even see the lines on his palm. If he wore this thing, what difference would it make if he wasn't wearing anything at all?

If we were to actually use this semi-transparent material to make that triangular "protective suit"...

Yang Guo imagined the scene.

"puff--"

He felt a heat in his nasal cavity, so he quickly tilted his head back and pinched his nose tightly.

"What's wrong?"

"No...it's nothing! It's too dry in this ancient tomb, it's making me feel hot." Yang Guo replied in a muffled voice, but inwardly he was groaning.

I can't take this job!

If it were actually made, and Little Dragon Girl put it on, anyone who wasn't an idiot would immediately understand how indecent it was. Forget about a spanking; if this young lady were so ashamed and indignant, burying herself alive would be the least of her worries.

Anyway, she had long intended to bury herself.

But what if we don't do it?

That means being disobedient, and the consequences won't be any better!

Advancing means death, retreating means death.

Yang Guo felt that his future was bleak and his life was full of hardships.

His eyes darted around, his gaze sweeping over Little Dragon Girl.

It has to be said that although Sister Long always has a cold face, her figure is truly impeccable. Years of martial arts training have given her incredibly taut skin and muscles, with curves in all the right places... Although she usually dresses up tightly, when she was sweating from training just now, her clothes clung to her body, and the undulating lines of her figure were undeniable.

Suddenly, a brilliant idea flashed in Yang Guo's mind.

Got it!

Since she'll get beaten whether she does it or not, the only option is to let her give up on her own!

As long as she feels that the cost of doing this is too high, so high that she cannot accept it, then this hot potato will be thrown away, right?

Yang Guo took a deep breath, and his face instantly adopted an extremely professional and serious expression.

"Sister, I can't make these clothes right now."

A cold glint flashed in Xiaolongnu's eyes.

Why?

"Because these clothes are exquisite!"

Yang Guo straightened his back and began to talk nonsense with a straight face, "Sister, you don't know this, but this 'fitted style' tailoring method is completely different from the usual way of tailoring. Ordinary clothes are wide robes with large sleeves, and it doesn't matter if they are a little too big or too small, as long as they sway when you wear them."

He paused, observed Xiaolongnu's expression, and seeing that she did not interrupt, he continued to intensify his persuasive efforts.

"But this 'close-fitting style' is different. It emphasizes a perfect fit, a unity of person and clothing! Every inch of fabric must cling tightly to the skin, stretching and contracting with the rhythm of the muscles. In this way, when the legs are used to perform light-footed movements, it allows the sister's movements to be faster, lighter, and more agile!"

When Yang Guo mentioned the phrase "man and clothing as one," he emphasized it, making it sound profound and unfathomable.

Little Dragon Girl frowned slightly.

Although I don't quite understand what "person and clothing as one" means, it sounds quite reasonable.

The martial arts of the Ancient Tomb Sect emphasize agility and lightness, so if clothing can indeed make people move faster, that would certainly be a good thing.

"So?" Little Dragon Girl asked.

"Therefore, extremely precise data is required!"

Yang Guo stretched out his hands and gestured in the air, "How wide are the shoulders? How long are the arms? What's the waist circumference? What's the hip circumference? Even the chest... uh, the size of these big white rabbits, it has to be exactly the same!"

"If it's even the slightest bit off, these clothes will be either too tight or too loose, not only failing to aid in training but also becoming a burden, and might even harm my sister at a crucial moment!"

After saying that, Yang Guo spread his hands with a helpless expression.

"It's a pity. Although I'm willing to help you, sister, my mortal eyes simply can't discern your exact measurements. If I were to make it out of thin air, the clothes I create would probably be unwearable. In order not to waste this fine material, these clothes... I'm afraid they can't be made."

After Yang Guo finished speaking, he secretly felt smug.

After all, men and women should not touch each other!

Although this ancient tomb doesn't have as many elaborate rituals, it still retains the most basic rules of separation between men and women.

To take measurements, you have to get up close and do it yourself.

Given Xiaolongnu's pure and aloof nature, how could she possibly allow a grown man to touch her all over?

She'll definitely feel ashamed and indignant, then coldly scold herself, and in the end, the matter will just be dropped.

Yang Guo was even prepared to be scolded a couple of times. As long as he wasn't beaten, what was a little grievance?

Yang Guo was waiting for Xiaolongnu to get angry, but to his surprise, Xiaolongnu tilted her head and stared at him for a while.

Those eyes were so clear and unfathomable that they sent chills down Yang Guo's spine.

"Tailor-made..." Little Dragon Girl repeated softly.

Having grown up in the Ancient Tomb, she had hardly ever seen anyone outside of her master and Granny Sun. She didn't really understand the complexities of worldly etiquette and the strict separation of men and women. In her view, Yang Guo was brought in by Granny Sun and was already quite familiar with her, practically a member of the Ancient Tomb community. Since it was for making clothes to practice martial arts, and he was practically one of her own, what was wrong with taking his measurements?

Grandma Sun took all the measurements before.

Having figured this out, Xiaolongnu nodded.

You're right.

Yang Guo was secretly pleased with himself, waiting for Xiaolongnu to say "then forget it", but he heard a soft rustling of clothes.

He looked up and froze instantly.

Xiaolongnu looked at him expressionlessly, then slowly opened her arms and held them out to her sides, forming a "大" (big) shape.

Dressed in white, her figure was slender and graceful.

Although she was wearing a loose Taoist robe, her slender waist and upright figure were still captivating.

"Measure it."

Yang Guo was completely dumbfounded.

Sister, how could you agree so easily? You should have slapped me away and called me shameless and despicable!

"What's wrong?"

Seeing Yang Guo standing there dumbfounded, Xiaolongnu frowned slightly. "Didn't you say you needed precise data? Why aren't you doing it yet?"

Yang Guo felt a cramp in his calves.

How to measure?

The stone chamber was empty; where did the measuring tape come from?

If there's no ruler, then you have to use your hands.

Using his hands... to gesture on Xiaolongnu's body?

Yang Guo glanced at Xiaolongnu's slender waist, then at her large, well-shaped breasts, which, while not exaggerated, were perfectly formed, and finally his gaze fell on her rounded buttocks, which were covered by her long dress.

If you actually do that, is it still measuring dimensions? It's clearly measuring how much life you have left!

More importantly, Yang Guo himself was also unsure of himself.

Although he's a smooth talker and often makes suggestive remarks, when it comes to real combat, his heart still races.

This is Sister Dragon.

If you actually touch it, then the nature of the situation changes.

"Um... Sister..." Yang Guo rubbed his hands, took two steps forward, then took a step back, "This... this isn't quite right, is it?"

"What's wrong with that?" Little Dragon Girl asked frankly. "Grandma Sun used to take my measurements like this when she made my clothes."

"Grandma Sun is a woman! I'm a man!" Yang Guo stamped his feet in frustration. "Don't you understand, sister, that men and women shouldn't touch each other?"

Little Dragon Girl gave him a strange look.

"You call yourself a man?"