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The carriage stopped in the downtown area, and Mo Ping was followed by two servants, holding two bulging money bags and following Xie Nanxing.

Shen Jinmo stood beside Xie Nanxing, with one arm slightly open, protecting Xie Nanxing against his chest, not giving anyone the chance to bump into Xie Nanxing.

Walking and looking around along the way, Xie Nanxing bought nothing but some food.

This is a habit formed over the years. If it is not something absolutely necessary, Xie Nanxing will just take a look at it and is reluctant to spend money to buy it.

It was because he was alone and he had to save enough money to deal with unknown risks.

Now it’s because Shen Jinmo’s salary is not much, and he can’t afford to spend it recklessly.

However, as long as Xie Nanxing looked at something for a second, he would buy it all under Shen Jinmo's suggestion.

After strolling around the downtown area for a while, Xie Nanxing felt tired, so the two of them found a restaurant to have lunch, and then took a carriage straight to the Qicai Pavilion.

As soon as the shopkeeper saw the carriage of Princess Pingnan's Mansion, he went to greet it in person. The powerful and wealthy in Luoan City were divided into different levels, and Princess Pingnan's Mansion was naturally a top-level one.

"Greetings to the prince, and greetings to Mr. Xie."

He bent down and led the two to sit down, and served the guests fruits and snacks. The shopkeeper personally served them beside him: "If you two want to tailor clothes, just let me come to your house. Why do you have to come here in person?"

Shen Jinmo naturally wouldn't say a word in such an occasion, so Xie Nanxing took over the conversation: "I just happened to be here. Now is the season to change clothes, so I came in to see what's going on."

The shopkeeper nodded repeatedly and handed the prepared booklet to Xie Nanxing: "These are all fashionable styles. Take a look and choose which one you like."

Xie Nanxing and Shen Jinmo's sizes were already there, so the shopkeeper had no intention of asking anyone to come and measure their sizes. He just waited on the side for Xie Nanxing to choose a pattern.

"Xie Nanxing has grown taller, let's measure him again."

Shen Jinmo's expression showed nothing, but his voice revealed a hint of pride.

This head was raised by Shen Jinmo.

But the only drawback is that Xie Nanxing has lost weight.

"My eyes are useless. I didn't even notice that Master Xie had grown taller because of the prince." The shopkeeper bowed and apologized, "Please don't blame me. I will arrange for someone to come up and measure the size."

The shopkeeper had just taken the style chosen by Xie Nanxing out when the clerk came running over with a tape measure and a booklet.

Xie Nanxing followed the waiter into the compartment, closed the door curtain, and looked at the thin tape measure. Xie Nanxing's eyes rolled and he stopped the waiter's action.

The door curtain was pulled open from the inside, and Xie Nanxing looked at Shen Jinmo with a hint of embarrassment.

Shen Jinmo quickly stood up and walked over, glancing at the guy holding the measuring tape: "Could it be that he didn't serve well?"

He sighed, and when he spoke again his voice was apologetic, as if blaming himself for not living up to his expectations.

"For some reason, I suddenly can't accept others touching me. How about we stop measuring?"

"Clothes have to fit you well to be comfortable." Shen Jinmo felt relieved when he heard this: "Let me measure you."

After hearing what Shen Jinmo said, the waiter hurriedly handed the things in his hand to Shen Jinmo and waited respectfully outside the door curtain.

Shen Jinmo lifted the door curtain and entered the compartment. He put the measuring tape around Xie Nanxing's neck, his eyes fell on the light fuzz on Xie Nanxing's fair skin, and his hands trembled uncontrollably.

Keeping the size in mind, when Shen Jinmo moved the measuring tape to Xie Nanxing's shoulder, Xie Nanxing suddenly turned around.

The black hair swept across Shen Jinmo's neck, his Adam's apple rolled, and the itch stirred Shen Jinmo's heart.

Feeling that it was not enough, Xie Nanxing opened her clear eyes wide: "Shen Jinmo, do you need me to take off my clothes and measure you?"

"No need." Reaching out to straighten Xie Nanxing's head, Shen Jinmo couldn't bear to look into Xie Nanxing's eyes now: "Turn around and measure your chest circumference."

Xie Nanxing couldn't suppress the curve of his lips at all. How long did he think Shen Jinmo could endure this?

How much body rotation do I need to take to measure my chest?

But Xie Nanxing naturally had to cooperate with Shen Jinmo.

He turned around, raised his arms, and put the measuring tape around his chest, as if Shen Jinmo was holding Xie Nanxing in his arms.

"Shen Jinmo." Standing on tiptoe, Xie Nanxing whispered into Shen Jinmo's ear, "It's a little itchy, hurry up."

There was a rumbling in his head, and redness spread from his ears to his cheeks. Shen Jinmo scolded in a low voice: "Xie Nanxing, stop making trouble."

"I'm not making a fuss." Looking at the rolled-up tape measure held in Shen Jinmo's palm, Xie Nanxing asked in confusion: "Why don't you measure my waist?"

Her fingers pulled at Shen Jinmo's hanging black hair, and her heartbeat became abnormal because of Shen Jinmo's extremely possessive gaze.

But Xie Nanxing didn't want to let him go, nor did he want to let Xie Nanxing go: "Could it be that the prince holds me every day, and his hands are more accurate than this tape measure?"

He grabbed Xie Nanxing's waist and took two steps back, pushing her against the wall. He stared into Xie Nanxing's lawless eyes and said, "Speak properly."

Playing with the black hair wrapped around her fingertips, she frowned slightly with confusion: "I'm talking nicely, but I don't know what the prince is doing now?"

Xie Nanxing's eyes were too pure, and Xie Nanxing's voice was too ignorant. Shen Jinmo felt that he was the only beast.

Released the hands that were restraining Xie Nanxing, Shen Jinmo held the tape measure stiffly and prepared to leave the cubicle.

"Ah, Shen Jinmo, save me." With a soft cry, Xie Nanxing somehow stepped on the hem of his clothes and fell to the ground.

With one hand around Xie Nanxing's waist, the two of them fell to the ground, and the door curtain covering the compartment was pressed down by them.

The door curtain blocked out all the light. Xie Nanxing lowered his head, his lips brushed across Shen Jinmo's chin, and his whole body began to tremble uncontrollably.

I don’t know if it was Xie Nanxing who was shaking or Shen Jinmo.

The waiter guarding the door looked at the scene in front of him, turned around first, then looked back and covered his eyes with his hands: "Master, Mr. Xie, do you need a set of clean clothes for you two?"

This sentence suddenly reminded Xie Nanxing of his relationship with Shen Jinmo. They were in love secretly and couldn't let others find out.

Xie Nanxing forced himself to concentrate, waved away the curtain on his body with one hand, and climbed up from Shen Jinmo: "Am I so useless that I can fall down just by measuring the size?"

"I failed to protect you."

They both sat down on the stools. Shen Jinmo first poured a cup of hot tea for Xie Nanxing, then he drank a few sips of cold tea to calm himself down before handing the size to the waiter.

"Make four sets of autumn and winter clothes according to this."

Xie Nanxing quickly added: "Make it a little bigger. I'm still growing, and the lost weight will come back in a few days."

"No, do it this way." Shen Jinmo emphasized, "When you are with me, you should wear clothes that fit you and shoes that fit you."

Xie Nanxing was worried every day when he was with her. If Shen Jinmo couldn't even give Xie Nanxing the best things, he would feel that he was useless.

"Prodigal son." He cursed softly, with the fearlessness of being spoiled.