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Jagoan said frankly, “Don’t you just want money? I’ll give it to you now. But I don’t want your service. You can leave now if you want. Or you can stay with me for the night if you have nowhere else to go.”

Yvonne’s eyes watered slightly at Jagoan’s words.

She had no idea why she had the impulse to cry. She felt her heart had been hardened and chilled by life. However, she now had the urge to burst into tears.

“Well… W-Where shall I sleep?” Yvonne asked hesitantly.

“You can have the bed. I’ll sleep on the sofa,” Jagoan said immediately.

“I’ll sleep on the couch,” Yvonne said after a moment.

She was embarrassed enough to crash into someone’s room. It would have been shameless of her to take the bed and let him sleep on the sofa.

Jagoan said nothing more. There was not much difference between a sofa and a bed anyway. The hotel’s sofa was huge and soft. It was no worse than a bed.

Jagoan took a quilt out of the cupboard and gave it to Yvonne. Then he watched Yvonne fall asleep on the sofa with the quilt.

I turn off the

“Yeah…” Yvonne answered softly.

plunged into darkness after the lights were

asleep, and Yvonne on

night with men before, but it was nothing like this when

what happened tonight strange, it was like a complicated but

this is

Yvonne thought to herself.

living in the west side

the west.

make nine-year education compulsory.

not bad for the poor, most of whom never went to

come out… Uh… And did this?” Jagoan asked

time before answering, “My father was a coal miner in the west. My family was poor, but we had no problems feeding ourselves. But there was an accident in the coal mine last month. My father broke his hand and is still on bed rest. My mother

Yvonne meant by making money