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

Yang Guo felt as if an arrow had struck his chest.

What do you mean I'm a man too?

How am I not a man?

Whether I am a man or not, Sister Rong knows better than you.

Although I'm only nineteen years old, I have everything I need, and I'm quite well-endowed... Pshaw!

Yang Guo took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart.

"Sister, of course I'm a man. And a virile man at that," Yang Guo said through gritted teeth. "You're like this... you'll easily get slapped."

"Get fired at?" Little Dragon Girl blinked. "What do you mean?"

Yang Guo nearly spat out a mouthful of blood, and said irritably, "Take a beating! Do you understand what taking a beating means?"

Little Dragon Girl remained expressionless. "Are you very skilled in martial arts? Can you defeat me?"

Yang Guo was speechless.

We can't beat them.

We can't beat them at all.

"If I can't beat them, why should I take the hits?" Little Dragon Girl lowered one hand, seemingly tired of holding it up. "Stop talking nonsense and get on with the measurement. If you dawdle any longer, you won't get dinner tonight."

have to.

This is being looked down upon.

Yang Guo's stubborn streak also kicked in.

Row!

Since you're not afraid, then why should I be afraid?

It's foolish not to take advantage of a good deal!

Anyway, you're the one who asked me to take the measurements. If there are any uncontrollable consequences, it's your own fault!

Yang Guo gritted his teeth, steeled his resolve, and strode up to Xiaolongnu.

A cool, subtle fragrance wafted towards me.

This is a scent unique to Xiaolongnu.

Yang Guo was only half a foot away from her.

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He was so close that he could even see the fine downy hairs on Xiaolongnu's face.

Yang Guo's heart rate instantly soared to 80 miles per hour.

"Um... I don't have a ruler." Yang Guo stretched out his hands, gesturing in the air, his fingers trembling slightly. "I... I just measured with my hands."

"Mmm." Little Dragon Girl closed her eyes.

As soon as he closed his eyes, Yang Guo felt much less pressure, but the romantic atmosphere intensified.

He swallowed hard and reached out his hand tremblingly.

What should we measure first?

chest circumference?

No, no, that's a restricted area. If I aim there first, I'll probably be sent flying before my hand even touches it.

waistline.

Yes, measure your waist first.

The waist is relatively safe.

Yang Guo took a deep breath and slowly moved his hands toward Xiaolongnu's waist.

He spread his thumb and middle finger, making a tiger's mouth shape, and lightly placed them on Xiaolongnu's waist.

So detailed.

This was the first thought that popped into Yang Guo's mind.

That waist is so slender, you could probably pinch it with two hands.

Yang Guo held his breath, gently pressed his fingers together on the clothes to confirm the exact width.

My fingertips touched the fabric; it was soft.

Xiaolongnu's body stiffened slightly, but she did not dodge.

Yang Guo felt much more at ease.

Since we haven't been beaten, we can only continue.

He quickly memorized the length, then pulled his hand back and gestured it on his thigh.

"Waist circumference... is about 1 foot 8.5 inches." Yang Guo muttered to himself, but his mind was blank, and he had no idea what he was saying.

Next is...

Yang Guo lowered his gaze.

The most crucial measurements for that triangular "protective suit" are actually the hip circumference and hip width.

If these two data points are incorrect, the finished product will either be unwearable or feel uncomfortable.

Yang Guo squatted down.

The line of sight is level with Xiaolongnu's waist and hips.

From this angle, the curve is even more breathtaking.

Yang Guo felt as if a match had been lit in his throat, making it dry and smoking.

He reached out his hand, wanting to measure the widest part.

But when he reached halfway down, he couldn't bring his hand down.

This is a butt!

You can't touch a tiger's butt, but you can touch Little Dragon Girl's butt?

Yang Guo's mind flashed through countless inappropriate images, and his face turned bright red.

"Are you done?" came Xiaolongnu's clear, cold voice from above.

Yang Guo was so frightened that he trembled and almost slapped it directly.

"No...no!" Yang Guo quickly withdrew his hand, squatted down to wipe his sweat, and said, "This...this part is a bit complicated, I have to...I have to calculate it."

"What are you asking for?" Little Dragon Girl opened her eyes, looking down at Yang Guo squatting on the ground. "Do I need to consult fortune tellers just to take measurements?"

"It's not fortune telling, it's calculating... calculating the curvature!" Yang Guo had a sudden inspiration. "Sister, your movements are so graceful, if the clothes around your hips aren't made well, they could easily tug. So I need to calculate the curvature."

"Then you should measure it."

"I……"

Yang Guo looked at the part that was so close, his hand clenched in the air, but he didn't dare to touch it.

If you touch that, the nature of the situation will really change.

Measuring the waist was understandable as it was for making clothes, but what if they were measuring the hips...?

Even if Xiaolongnu was completely ignorant, being touched on the buttocks was just an instinctive reaction, right?

Yang Guo could even foresee that the next second he would be kicked away and stuck to the wall, unable to be pried off.

Yang Guo's forehead was covered in cold sweat.

"Um... Sister, I remember now!" Yang Guo exclaimed, trying to hide his panic. "I... I can estimate by sight! Yes! By sight!"

"Visual inspection?" Little Dragon Girl looked at him suspiciously. "Didn't you just say it had to be perfectly sealed?"

"I'm a genius!" Yang Guo patted his chest, brimming with confidence. "I just touched... no, I measured her waist, and I've roughly figured out my sister's proportions. The rest... the rest I can just look at! Absolutely accurate! More accurate than a ruler!"

To prove himself, Yang Guo took two steps back, squinted one eye, and extended his thumb, gesturing at Xiaolongnu.

"Hmm... this is about two feet..."

"This place... is a little wider..."

Yang Guo gestured pretentiously while frantically calculating in his mind.

Anyway, the triangular piece of fabric has ties, so as long as the approximate size is about right, the tightness can be adjusted later.

As long as we can make this thing, we can get away with it.

"alright!"

Yang Guo gestured for a long time before finally letting out a long sigh of relief, as if he had completed a huge project.

"Finished measuring?" Xiaolongnu lowered her arm and stretched her slightly sore shoulders.

"All measured, all measured!" Yang Guo nodded quickly, afraid she would change her mind and make him do it again. "Sister's figure is perfectly proportioned, I've memorized it all. Don't worry, the clothes will fit perfectly!"

Little Dragon Girl glanced at him, but didn't say anything more, and turned to sit back on the cold jade bed.

"Now that the measurements are done, let's get to it."

She closed her eyes and entered a meditative state again.

"I want to see the finished product by tonight."

"Tonight... tonight?" Yang Guo cried out in distress, "Sister, this is delicate work; it takes time and care to produce fine results!"

"That's your problem," Little Dragon Girl said calmly. "If you can't finish, just sleep outside."