Tang Feng held Shen Yin, feeling the mixed fragrances wafting from her body. This hardworking woman deserved the affection of any man. She might not care, but as a man, he couldn't help but value her.
"Sister Yin, perhaps I can't give you a status or promise you a future, but I can ensure you and Xiaoqing have no worries about food and clothing. You can still do what you desire. I just want to cherish you, it's as simple as that. Don't talk to me about not being worthy – it's meaningless. Everyone is born the same; nobility and lowliness are just a matter of attitude. In my eyes, your character is much more valuable than that of many highborn people," Tang Feng said.
"Where... where are you putting your hand?" Shen Yin, carried away by Tang Feng's words, only realized something was amiss when he had already taken the high ground.
Shen Yin, startled, slapped Tang Feng lightly, "It's broad daylight, do you not want me to face people anymore?"
