Leonel stood before her, cupping her breasts and stopping her from getting dressed. It looked like he was trying to use his palms as scales, and it left her speechless.
"Measuring, measuring," Leonel said almost a little too seriously, "they've gotten bigger, I swear. But a little less dense, peculiarly enough. I need to make some adjustments."
Aina gave Leonel a playful pat on the forehead with a palm.
"Be serious. We have war to go to."
She seemed to be excited. Now that her desires had been vented, the only thing left was battle lust, but Leonel was still delaying. How could she not feel anxious?
"Relax, relax…" Leonel continued to mutter.
Then he took out the uniform he had given her, formed from the white tiger's tail and began to make adjustments.