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Seeing her staring blankly at his lower body, Abis's ears gradually turned red. He hurriedly looked down, pretending to be busy weaving.
A cool breeze whistled from beneath her legs, and Mai Xiaomai also snapped back to reality.
Not wearing underpants, only donning this airy long robe, felt very inconvenient and unfamiliar.
"Do you have any fabric? I'd like to make some clothes for myself."
Mai Xiaomai had no choice but to ask Abis for help.
Abis looked up at her, stood up, went into the room, and came back with a piece of bleached white fabric, handing it over to her.
"Is it okay for me to use this as I please?"
Mai Xiaomai asked with delight.
Abis nodded.
Mai Xiaomai borrowed scissors and a needle and thread from him.
She often had to stitch up dissected corpses, so needlework was not a problem for her.
However, she had never been a tailor.
