C32 A Dog Is No Better than a Stray Dog

I held my back against the door and breathed for a long time before my scattered gaze focused. I looked up and saw Lee Yi, who looked as perfect as ever, except for his sweaty face and the slight creases on his shirt.

I looked down at myself again. My skirt had slipped down to my waist, and my underwear was hanging loose, barely covering the secret places