Oh God, Please Let Me Explain

With bleary eyes, Song Jianyi felt the overwhelming sense of social death as Qi Yu's gaze landed on her.

"Do you believe me if I say I came to help you get dressed?"

Blinking her beautiful eyes, Master Qi, I am innocent!

But Qi Yu lowered his head to look at his own chest.

Her hands, pure white, were currently on either side of his collar, pulling it open.

"With this posture, you're helping me get dressed?"

Ah, this...

It's a bit hard to explain, huh!

But, "Qi Yu, you don't doubt me, do you?"

"..."

"Just... just now, I woke up and found myself, um, doing that thing, and then I wanted to help you get dressed..."

"Um, that thing! What is it?"

"It's... uh..."

Grandma! Does she have to confess to being a footrest?

Song Jianyi met Qi Yu's gaze, and within those wide eyes that had just awakened, there seemed to be a flicker of something.

She thought he had misunderstood.

With a determined bite of her lip, Song Jianyi decided to go for it!

"It's like this... Ahh!!"