"Wrong. The only reason I'd marry him is because he's good to me. If he ever had a change of heart, there's no way I'd degrade myself and let our love be tarnished," Xia Zhaoyun said self-righteously.
"My point is that you all need to protect yourselves. Don't be some sweet, naive girl who gets coaxed into bed with a few pretty words. The betrothal gift and the marriage certificate are our guarantees, our self-respect. Just consider this a friendly reminder."
Peng Shulan couldn't help but retort, "Comrade Xia Zhaoyun, what gives you the right to lecture us? We're all adults. We don't need you to teach us anything."
Xia Zhaoyun chuckled. "I'm just worried that after I take you out to see the world, you'll get completely swept off your feet and then turn around and blame me for trying to help you become outstanding too."
"I prefer to lay out the ugly truth first. If you willingly debase yourselves, lack self-respect, and can't control your impulses, that's on you, not me."
