Xi'er had spent several sleepless nights sewing this uniform, made specially for the Orange Cat.
The fetching black short robe came with a sash. After putting on the robe, the Orange Cat skillfully tied a perfect bow at its chest—as if it had practiced a thousand times for the day it would finally go on duty in uniform.
The robe was open at the chest. The Orange Cat stood steadily on the boy's head, one paw lazily tucked into its lapel. Paired with the cinched waist sash, the cat's posture seemed to carry the lazy, fetching charm of a young wife.
Zheng Xiu couldn't see the Orange Cat standing on his own head.
He could only raise the Red King Mirror to take a look. 'Hiss... Did Xi'er make this? Why does it look like some kind of sexy bathrobe?'
'It's good-looking, sure, but on a little female cat... I suppose it's not entirely out of the question.'
'If I get the chance, I'll have my own Gold Medal Tailor make an adult version.'
