[Two male protagonists + modern city + abstinent high-end tailor VS fishing-type downtrodden lead singer + poor body shape + sweet pet double redemption]
Yan Chenyin is the top intangible cultural heritage couture tailor in Jinghai City. His life is like a measuring tape in his hand, every detail is accurate, and his asceticism, rigidity, and coldness are at their extreme.
Until that rainy night, the down-and-out rock singer Qi Ye, smelling of alcohol, knocked open the door of the tailor shop.
Qiye's eyes were red, and he leaned in front of the walnut fitting mirror, smiling like a fox: "Boss Yan, can you stop shaking your hands when measuring your waist?"
Qiye thought he was picking at a piece of wood, but he didn't know that the most advanced hunters often appear as prey. Once fallen wood is ignited by wildfire, it can be fatal to burn.
One day, Qiye was forced to stand on the expensive fabric table and had no way to retreat. The man slowly untied his tie and wrapped the tape measure that had measured the figures of countless powerful people around his wrist. His voice was hoarse and paranoid: "Aye, your size, your heartbeat, everything about you, from now on can only be judged by me."
