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“What’s wrong with being small? I’ve been trying so hard to eat more, but it just won’t grow! What am I supposed to do?” Setia exclaimed.
“Uh… I… I didn’t mean it like that!” Eileen Calibot realized she had stumbled into a forbidden zone. “Let’s just look at my clothes first. Did you find anything suitable for me?”
Watching Eileen’s flustered reaction, a faint smile played on Setia’s lips beneath her bangs.
‘How naive, Eileen! As long as you don’t directly attack, Setia is invincible!’
“Then try this!” Before Eileen could even finish her sentence, Setia had already handed her an outfit.
Eileen felt a pang of suspicion, as if she had been tricked.
‘Never mind…’
Eileen took the clothes and walked into the fitting room.
She gazed at her reflection, half-undressed from her maid uniform, a black outfit clutched in her hand. ‘What am I even doing?’
‘Wake up! Even if you’ve become a golden dragon’s ‘preserved bean curd’ for now…’
‘You don’t have to be a maid! There must be a way to change back!’
‘Never forget who you once were!’
‘You can’t keep going like this!’
Eileen peeked her head out.
“What’s wrong, Eileen? Is the size not right?” Setia looked at Eileen with eager anticipation.
“…”
“Nothing, it’s fine. I was just checking if you had picked out any other clothes for me,” Eileen said with a laugh.
“I knew it! Who could possibly refuse to wear such a lovely outfit?” Setia declared.
‘No, Eileen simply can’t refuse!’
‘Just… just this once!’
‘It’s just a friend’s wish!’
Eileen tried to convince herself, then lowered her gaze to the outfit in her hands.
“Setia! What kind of outfit did you pick for me?!” Eileen cried out.
“Didn’t you say you’d wear it if it fit?” Setia looked at Eileen with a pitiful expression.
“I…” Eileen regretted it instantly. She shouldn’t have agreed.
“Setia, listen to me…”
“It’s alright. If you’re embarrassed, then don’t wear it.”
“I’ll wear it!”
Returning to the fitting room, Eileen took a deep breath. ‘It’s nothing, just an outfit.’
She sat on the chair and slowly put on the clothes, the fabric rustling softly against her skin.
“Why… are there bells too?” Eileen felt a surge of despair.
Had she known it would come to this, Eileen would never have come.
“What exactly… is this?” Eileen gripped the chair, lifting one leg, and reached with her other hand to adjust the black stocking, which revealed a hint of flesh.
A white lace garter was fastened high on her thigh to keep the stocking from slipping.
*Snap!*
The stocking slapped against her thigh, making a sound.
But that wasn’t the most critical part.
“Can I really wear this outfit outside?” Eileen murmured, looking at her reflection in the mirror.
She took a few steps in front of the mirror, the bells on her ankles jingling with every movement. “What good are these things, other than making noise?”
The black qipao accentuated Eileen’s shapely, voluptuous curves perfectly. Her slender waist swayed, creating a captivating silhouette. The slit in the qipao’s hem extended provocatively up to her thigh, occasionally revealing the gartered stocking as she walked, sparking vivid imaginations. Her pale thighs flashed, a tantalizing glimpse of spring that was utterly captivating.
Eileen held her hand to her chest with one hand and a folding fan in the other. ‘Should I add a pair of fox ears to my head at this point?’
None of that was the most important thing. The crucial part was… this outfit was bearing a burden its size should not have to endure.
“How is it, Eileen?” At that moment, Setia poked her head in.
“Eh?” Eileen turned around, but before she could speak, a button on her chest, as if impatient, popped open with a ‘whoosh,’ flying past Setia’s hair.
A sudden expanse of white was revealed to Setia, coupled with the white lace underneath. The visual impact was utterly devastating for Setia.
“Wait a minute!” Eileen stretched out her hand and pushed Setia back outside.
When Eileen reappeared, she had changed back into her maid uniform, though her face was still flushed crimson.
“Setia! What kind of outfit did you pick for me?!”
“Doesn’t it look good?” Setia asked.
“It’s too revealing! How could I possibly wear something like that out?”
“So, you don’t dislike it?”
“You! I’ll pick out something for you too!” Setia said, moving to choose an outfit for Eileen.
Unfortunately, Setia wouldn’t give Eileen such an opportunity.
She picked up an outfit. “I’m sorry, Eileen. You took too long changing. I’ve already chosen what I’m going to wear.”
“You!” Eileen was speechless with frustration.
“Are you done choosing? You’ve been bickering since the beginning!” Xiaoke floated over at that moment.
Coming over without reason usually meant that ‘Grandma’ was about to wake up.
“I couldn’t find anything particularly suitable. Xiaoke, do you have any recommendations? After all, creators know best what kind of clothes suit what kind of people,” Eileen said, effectively stifling Xiaoke’s intention to chase them out.
“Hmph! It still comes down to me!” Xiaoke carefully observed Eileen’s features.
She weaved through the clothes racks and handed Eileen a light blue dress. “Oh, right, what’s your size? I’ll make a few adjustments for you.”
“It’s…” Setia rattled off Eileen’s various measurements, as if she had taken them herself, with uncanny precision.
More importantly, Eileen herself didn’t even know some of those measurements.
After a quick alteration, Xiaoke handed the dress to Eileen. “Try it on. If there’s a problem, then your measurements are off.”
“Got it.” Eileen went in and quickly emerged.
“Eh?” Setia looked at Eileen. “Where are the clothes?”
“Not showing you.” Eileen shot Setia a glare.
“How can you be like that!”
“No means no!”
“Are you two children?” Xiaoke couldn’t stand it anymore.
“Sorry, sorry. The clothes are perfect. Thank you, Xiaoke,” Eileen said.
“Of course! How could my judgment ever be wrong?” Xiaoke’s twin pigtails bounced again, making her intentions all too easy to read.
Eileen placed the gold coins on the table.
“Hey!”
“What is it?”
“That’s too much! I’m not a child; I can count perfectly fine!” Xiaoke protested.
“Grandma, are you awake?” Eileen said, looking behind Xiaoke.
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