It was also Lan Xinyu's first time serving someone. She was quite flustered, fumbling for a long time without finding his collar.
"How are you supposed to help me change if you don't even look?"
Ye Wushuang suppressed the fire building within him and said, exasperated.
"I... I..."
Hearing this, Lan Xinyu realized her mistake. She finally looked up, only to find one of her hands was about to touch Ye Wushuang's face.
"I'm sorry, Sir!"
Lan Xinyu quickly apologized and retracted her hand. Gritting her teeth, she finally reached for his collar.
'I'll have to serve him from now on anyway. Why should I be afraid!'
'I can't back down!'
Lan Xinyu repeatedly told herself.
Seeing Lan Xinyu's expression, as if she were marching to her doom, Ye Wushuang shook his head. 'She's a well-bred young lady. Of course she wouldn't know how to serve someone.'
"You can go. I'll do it myself."
