For someone like him, the gloves he usually wore were all custom-made from luxury brands.
He noticed the shocked look on her face and added, "Think of it as my way of letting go of your annoying relatives. You should at least thank me."
She looked a little panicked. "But I... I don't remember the measurements anymore."
Back then, she had spent a lot of time measuring his hands with a tape measure to make the gloves for him.
After deciding not to finish them, she'd thrown away the paper with the measurements on it.
"If you don't have the measurements, then we'll just measure again," he said calmly, like it was no big deal.
Left with no other choice, she pulled out the tape measure and sat beside him, carefully starting to measure his hand.
Naturally, her hands kept brushing against his while she worked.
Every time her fingertips touched his skin, she tried her best to avoid it.
She even held the tape measure just by the ends so she wouldn't have to touch him too much.
