Feng Yiren did not even look ashad when Lin Huahua scread. His fingers were still pressed boldly against her chest, and his fox ears twitched with satisfaction as if he had just discovered a new toy he wanted to hide and keep forever.
"What? I am asuring," he replied calmly, as if his brazen behavior made perfect sense. His fluffy tail even swished behind him in pure fox arrogance. "If I do not know how big the cloth must be, how will I sew your top?"
Even though Feng Yiren wasn’t lying and that was the normal way males usually asured their females to sew clothes for them.
He had to admit that his female may look little, but she had really full and soft breasts. He felt like he could play with them forever.
Hearing Lin Huahua’s scream Mu Qingyi and even Hu Baiyu who had been recuperating imdiately burst into the room.
But the sight before them made them dumfounded. They had thought she was in danger, but instead it was just Feng Yiren being shaless.
Lin Huahua’s jaw dropped. She slapped his hand away so quickly that even Hu Baiyu flinched from the wind pressure. Her white ears trembled wildly as her face heated up in embarrassnt.
"Y-you can’t just grab people’s breasts! Who taught you that?!" she shouted while covering her chest with both arms.
Inside her heart she scread, Where is HR? Where is the police? I want to call soone!
Feng Yiren rolled his eyes as if SHE was the one being unreasonable.
"Little rat, your chest sticks out. I have to asure it sohow. Do you expect to guess the size like a blind chicken?"
Oh so he was just asuring her .
Mu Qingyi looked so embarrassed. This wasn’t the first ti she had been touched like that by one of the males. So why was she so red this ti around.
Before Lin Huahua’s brain could recover, Mu Qingyi stood annoyed at the side, completely red to the tips of his deer ears.
His mind short-circuited the mont Feng Yiren grabbed her, and a frustrated, helpless tremble ran down his arms.
He then realized that in the past it was either him or Hu Baiyu who asured Lin Huahua in the past. So maybe it felt new that Feng Yiren was doing it this ti around.
Who knows. Maybe he had even grabbed her too roughly this ti around. Still he could not help but feel a little bit jealous.
He touched her. He touched her chest. How shaless. I should have stopped him sooner. I should have been the one asuring her, not him.
Hu Baiyu, who was still injured, let out a low, dangerous growl. It was not loud, but the protective sound made every hair on Lin Huahua’s body stand.
He was a lion, and even weakened he radiated a possessive aura that made Feng Yiren’s tail puff a little in instinctive fear.
Lin Huahua quickly tried to regain her composure. She stood straighter and glared at Feng Yiren, who was now pretending to be completely innocent and busy with the cloth.
"You could have warned first," she muttered, still holding her chest for dear life. Her ears lowered shyly, and she glanced around in embarrassnt.
Feng Yiren finally let out a slow, smug smirk.
"Next ti I will warn you with a countdown. Three... two..." he teased.
"Don’t you dare!" Lin Huahua huffed. Her fluffy tail puffed and curled protectively behind her legs. She looked like an angry snowball.
Feeling her soft distress, Mu Qingyi walked closer and gently placed a hand on her shoulder. His touch was light, almost hesitant, but full of sincerity.
"Hua’er," he said softly, "if you feel uncomfortable... I can asure you instead."
Feng Yiren shot him a glare so cold it could freeze his tail stiff. He did not know why but he imdiately felt possessive over Lin Huahua.
"How? With what? Your hooves?" he snapped.
"They are not hooves in human form," Mu Qingyi muttered back, offended.
Lin Huahua stared at the two n struggling to argue quietly while trying not to upset her. The sight ward her chest.
They were both protective in such different ways. Mu Qingyi was like a gentle breeze that wrapped softly around her, while Feng Yiren was like a burning fla that refused to be ignored.
She felt her heart lt a little, and her voice softened without her noticing.
"Alright... just... asure properly. Do not grab random parts next ti."
Feng Yiren’s eyes glead with victory.
"Then stand still," he said.
Lin Huahua took in a breath, preparing herself ntally.
The fox stepped close again, but this ti his hand lifted gently, almost respectfully. He placed his palm along her shoulder, checking width and length, and though his touch was careful, his sly eyes continued to observe every expression she made.
Her white rat ears twitched nervously.
Her tail curled in front of her.
Her little fingers fidgeted.
And the males watched her with so much affection that even the air around them turned warm.
Mu Qingyi held his breath each ti Feng Yiren touched her, jealousy gnawing at him, but his eyes softened because Lin Huahua looked so small and cute standing there.
Hu Baiyu lowered his head and observed silently, his lion instincts wanting to circle around her protectively.
Feng Yiren took one final asurent, then stepped back with a satisfied nod.
"Done. I will sew sothing that fits your little rat figure perfectly."
Lin Huahua puffed her cheeks.
"I am not little."
"You are," Feng Yiren replied instantly.
Mu Qingyi nodded quietly in agreent.
Hu Baiyu gave a small huff of approval.
Lin Huahua stared at them, offended but warm inside. Maybe being small is not so bad if they look at like this...
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