"Eh?" Wu Jian blinked, looked like "ask me", and pointed at himself and said, "But I don't understand. Although I can know what she looks good in, I can't say it. And it's because I don't understand that I came to find you!"

Wu Jian pointed to Jun Sakurada. It’s your responsibility.

Jun Sakurada didn't know what to say, and the corners of his mouth twitched a few times.

There is no way.

Jun Sakurada sighed, spread his right hand and said, "You always have to tell me the doll's information and data, otherwise I can't design it."

"So...she's a girl...has long silver hair..."

Wu Jian shook his head and thought, and kept walking.

Uh-huh.

Jun Sakurada also nodded, took out a notebook and started writing it.

"As for personality... she is very arrogant. But she is just like this on the surface, but she is actually a child who loves to act coquettishly."

As he said that, Wu Jian laughed, like a middle-aged second-tier disease that was trapped in delusions.

However, seeing Wu Jian like this, Shun Sakurada smiled for some reason and felt that Wu Jian was very friendly - although he didn't think he was a fantasy person.

"What about the size? Height, hand and foot ratio, and the thickness of the body." Jun Sakurada asked on his own initiative.

"Yes..." Wu Jian looked around, obviously looking for a reference. Then he saw the most conspicuous Zhenhong and walked over.

"Ah..." Jun Sakurada screamed in surprise, but it was difficult to stop Wu Jian. Originally, this could be said to be a personal thing and didn't want others to touch it. But he cared too much that Zhenhong was a moving doll, as if it was a sign of guilt if it was stopped, so he did not dare to stop Wu Jian.

Hearing Sakurada Jun's exclamation, Wu Jian stopped and turned around and asked, "What's wrong?"

"No, nothing!" Jun Sakurada raised his hands and pretended not to care at all.

Since there was nothing, Wu Jian was not polite and began to appreciate Zhenhong carefully.

Behind Wu Jian, Jun Sakurada kept whispering his eyes, and his fingers kept erecting on his lips. He begged Minakura not to move. Looking at his funny movements, Minakura thought of getting up and kicking him. But she wouldn't move in front of strangers, and she knew better than Junakura.

"By the way!"

Wu Jian shouted, and suddenly he held Zhenhong's armpit and hugged her. Wu Jian's actions also scared Jun Sakurada to death and almost screamed. Fortunately, he covered his mouth in time.

When Wu Jian turned around with Shihong holding up, Jun Sakurada hurriedly put down his hand and pretended to be calm and listened to Wu Jian's words.

"It's the same size, height, and body proportions as her, just like a sister." Wu Jian's face was full of smiles, extremely simple.

"Yes, is it? That's great. I just need to refer to the 歌博博..." Jun Sakurada smiled dryly and put the notebook and pen back on the table.

"This child is called Zhenhong, it's such a good name! It's very suitable for her!" Wu Jian turned Zhenhong over, and the more he looked at him, the more satisfied he felt. In the end, he couldn't help but kiss her on the face and said, "It's so cute!"

Bang! Dong!

Wu Jian hurriedly looked up and found that the chair was lying on the ground, while Jun Sakurada was covering her knees, which hurt very much.

"Are you okay??" Without time to put Zhenhong down, Wu Jian hurried over.

"I'm fine..." Jun Sakurada showed an ugly smile, pointed directly at Mahong and said, "This..."

"Oh!?" Wu Jian suddenly woke up, put Zhenhong on the table in a panic, and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, because she is so cute, I can't help but kiss her. I'm so embarrassed. I shouldn't have picked her up casually, and being kissed by a strange uncle like me will definitely make you feel disgusted. I'm sorry for this child, too..."

Then, Wu Jian apologized to Zhenhong seriously.

"No, it's okay, it's just..." Jun Sakurada glanced at Mahong, and after finding that she was still not moving, she was obviously relieved, and then changed the topic and said, "Anyway! Just like Mahong, right?"

Wu Jian nodded and said, "Yes! Just be similar to her."

"Then..." Jun Sakurada turned his gaze to the fabric and said, "Do you just use those materials?"

"Yes, I only need one piece, I'll give you the rest."

Jun Sakurada was startled and shook his hand and said, "I don't mean that!"

"It's okay!" Wu Jian grabbed his hand, looked into his eyes and said, "I can't sew clothes, so it's better to let it be on the hands of useful people."

After all, he is just a child, and he is a family squatting, so he doesn't know how to reject others at all. He also wants it very much, so Jun Sakurada doesn't say anything.

After asking some more questions, Wu Jian kept silent about the school and quickly left Sakurada's house.

"Huh~~~" After confirming that Wu Jian left, Jun Sakurada sat down and asked carefully: "So Hong...!?"

Originally, he thought Zhenhong would be furious, but he didn't know that Zhenhong looked calm, which made him even more scared.

"You, you are very calm...I thought..."

He didn't dare to say the following sentence. It was rare that Zhenhong didn't care. If he mentioned it, it would explode.

"Yes...I don't seem to hate him..."

Zhenhong was also confused. She was unexpectedly relieved.

etc!

"Why is the attitude towards me that way?"

Thinking of Mahong's attitude towards him, Jun Sakurada felt that this world was too unfair.

Why is this?

Zhenhong looked at Wu Jian's back through the window, thinking.
Chapter completed!