Lex clutched the hem of his clothes, watching in silence.
That brat really was full of tricks.
He himself had also spent a long time making clothes for Nina—but to this day, he still hadn't found the chance to give them to her.
The more he thought about it, the more frustrated he felt.
"No need to measure," Kith said calmly before Nina could respond. "I know Nina's measurements. I can tell you later."
Dian lightly tugged at Nina's sleeve. "Sister Nina… I'm a bit slow. If someone else tells me, I might forget."
"If you forget, just ask me again," Kith replied evenly, blocking him once more.
"I don't want to trouble this brother," Dian said softly.
"That's easy," Sal said with a faint smile. "We'll just give you one of Nina's clothes to copy."
"Right," added Odian, already pulling out several of Nina's outfits. "Pick whatever style you want."
Dian fell silent, frustration bubbling inside him—he couldn't find a way around it this time.
