Shen Yanxiao was speechless. She had always been surrounded by men who were neglectful of minor points of conduct. However, Yin Jiuchen, an affectionately sweet girl, was accompanying her. Shen Yanxiao was not used to that.
Girls were thoughtful and considerate, especially when they were with people that they cared about. However, Shen Yanxiao had become accustomed to her ways. She was not a delicate flower in a greenhouse, but a pine that could survive harsh winters.
Yin Jiuchen exercised great care as she tidied Shen Yanxiao's clothes and lowered her head. "Lady Shen, you have saved us. We should repay your kindness. Those are our jobs. If you go on like this, what does that make us?"
