You’re all too naive

Song Shuhang coughed lightly. "I'm sorry, I was distracted."

As soon those words came out of his mouth, Song Shuhang felt that something wasn't right... That was quite ambiguous, wasn't it?

At the side, Doudou said, "Don't be uncomfortable, Soft Feather. Be confident, be proud of your long legs! With such long legs, it's very normal for Shuhang to look at them and become distracted."

Heavens, Doudou, does your explanation need to be so timely?

The corners of Song Shuhang's mouth twitched. He'd originally wanted to defend himself, but as soon as Doudou interjected, it was as if yellow mud had fallen onto his crotch—it wasn't shiet but it definitely looked like shiet. No matter how he explained it, it would give a sense of sophistry.

"It's not that I'm not confident," said Soft Feather as she giggled, waved her little feet. "However, it is the first time that Senior Song stared at my legs."