"Well, yes. High-precision tailoring requires exact lines. It would not look good at all if I took the wrong measurements and the school uniform ended up ill-fitting." Yin Chenxi explained with a warm, maternal smile.
Qiao Meixia hesitated for a brief, heavy moment. A flicker of something guarded crossed her eyes before she quietly complied, removing her jacket and the structured shirt she was wearing. Ultimately, she was left with only a thin, simple black camisole covering her upper body.
"You can take my measurements now." Qiao Meixia stated flatly, standing perfectly still with her eyes fixed on the wall ahead.
