Who Needs a Relationship When You Have a Cat?

Chapter 12

When a girl runs into a male friend who suddenly starts asking her very basic questions about women’s stuff, her first thought is: This guy’s got a girlfriend.

Same as when a guy gets quizzed by a female friend about which sneakers, computer, camera, or graphics card boys like—odds are she’s shopping for a surprise gift for her new boyfriend.

Of course, there’s a one-in-ten-thousand chance the questioner is actually feeling you out because they’re into you. Xiao Youqian wasn’t that conceited; she just found the whole thing funny.

[YouqianDoesWhatSheWants]: Wasn’t someone swearing in the elevator the other day that romance was a waste of time?

[YouqianDoesWhatSheWants]: Oh~ I get it. Not “no interest”—you’re already taken, huh? Confess!

[LoveMinisterPingShen]: ......

[LoveMinisterPingShen]: Sis Qian, overthinking. I’m just doing research.

[YouqianDoesWhatSheWants]: Research?

[LoveMinisterPingShen]: For the novel. I need the details or readers will roast me.

[YouqianDoesWhatSheWants]: You mentioned something at New Year’s—you’re still writing?

[LoveMinisterPingShen]: That was the last book. New book now.

[YouqianDoesWhatSheWants]: Then, payment in advance: gimme the title.

[LoveMinisterPingShen]: Pretend I never asked. Bye.

Give her the title? Might as well hand over his life. Ai Qing wasn’t about to sacrifice his glorious youth for something so small.

Luckily, Youqian was only joking; she answered anyway.

[YouqianDoesWhatSheWants]: Okay, okay, it’s simple.

[YouqianDoesWhatSheWants]: Measure bust, waist, hips, height. Tell the shop assistant, or check the size chart online.

[YouqianDoesWhatSheWants]: It’s not haute couture. At most add shoulder width—close enough.

[YouqianDoesWhatSheWants]: I only look at height and bust when I buy stuff—good enough.

Ai Qing sat on the edge of the bed, stroking his chin, then asked:

[LoveMinisterPingShen]: One more thing—what’s easiest to get on and off?

If he was buying clothes for Xiao Yu, they had to be simple; he wasn’t confident he could wrangle anything complicated.

[YouqianDoesWhatSheWants]: A dress, obviously.

[YouqianDoesWhatSheWants]: Long hem, preferably—skip the safety shorts. Bathroom break? Just flip it up. Easy.

Jeez. She really didn’t need to paint the picture.

That’s a true sis for you.

Ai Qing clicked his tongue in admiration and thanked her.

[LoveMinisterPingShen]: Thanks, Sis Qian! Dinner on me someday.

[YouqianDoesWhatSheWants]: So it’s really not for a girlfriend?

[LoveMinisterPingShen]: I’m never dating. No girlfriend in this lifetime.

[YouqianDoesWhatSheWants]: Tsk, what a waste. I’ll set you up—tons of pretty, sweet, gentle, lively, kind friends.

[LoveMinisterPingShen]: Stop! Talk later!

He quit WeChat and glanced at the floor.

The Xiao Yu in front of him was no longer “Little Fish” the girl; she’d reverted to Xiao Yu the cat.

Fine—back to an adorable, dopey Little Kitty.

“Meow~”

Acceptable.

Ai Qing patted her little head.

No measuring tape here anyway. He’d buy one tomorrow and measure her then...

Did he really need every number, though?

Looking at Xiao Yu parkouring across the floor, he fell into thought.

Youqian had said everyday shopping only needed height and bust. A loose dress wasn’t fussy about curves.

Plus, Xiao Yu’s human proportions were influencer-level; those short-video girls would need hours of Photoshop to match.

When she’d pounced on him earlier, she’d felt as light as a cloud—maybe not even 160 cm tall, a gentle rise at the chest, probably under ninety pounds.

Then a new problem struck.

He fished out his phone again.

[LoveMinisterPingShen]: Sis Qian, a couple more.

[YouqianDoesWhatSheWants]: Now what?

[LoveMinisterPingShen]: If a girl wears a dress, what kind of bra?

[LoveMinisterPingShen]: And how to pick underwear size?

[YouqianDoesWhatSheWants]: Measure above and below bust, check the difference for cup size.

[YouqianDoesWhatSheWants]: For style: strapless, nipple covers, invisible bras—those work with spaghetti straps.

[YouqianDoesWhatSheWants]: If she wants straps, match them to the dress. Light-green dress with light straps? Get a bra with pale-green straps—no biggie if they peek out.

[YouqianDoesWhatSheWants]: Or buy dresses with lace-trimmed straps that hide bra straps.

[YouqianDoesWhatSheWants]: Some fabrics are sheer—skip black or dark bras or they’ll show through.

[YouqianDoesWhatSheWants]: For underwear, measure waist and hips, check the store chart.

[YouqianDoesWhatSheWants]: When in doubt, size up—tight panties are bad for circulation.

[YouqianDoesWhatSheWants]: Light colors are best; you’ll spot any health issue sooner.

[YouqianDoesWhatSheWants]: This is still the basics. Different outfits need different tricks—ask anytime.

The barrage left Ai Qing dizzy.

He’d braced himself, but her closing “this is still the basics” terrified him.

Still, mission accomplished: great material for the novel—future readers would be stunned.

Clothing could wait. Buy a tape tomorrow, wait for Xiao Yu to turn human again... then measure her.

Not taking advantage of a kitten—just making sure she gets comfy clothes.

Can’t have her stuck in his blue jacket forever.

He added “buy tape” to his to-do list, sat at the desk, and started typing.

Honestly, after seeing a cat become a girl, his inspiration had skyrocketed—five chapters in the saved-draft folder already.

That evening, as he finished and headed for the kitchen, a message popped up.

[EditorGuaGua]: Trial promo next weekend.