But Lin Xiao said frankly: "Don't you just want to make money? I will give it to you now. But I don't want you to provide me with services. If you want to leave, you can leave now. If you have no place to go, you can also stay with me."
Stay here for one night.”
After hearing Lin Xiao's words, Xiaoyun's eyes suddenly became slightly moist.
She didn't know why she had the urge to cry. She felt that her heart had been hardened and cold by life.
But now, she really had the urge to cry.
"Then...where should I sleep?"
Xiaoyun asked hesitantly.
"You can sleep on the bed, and I'll sleep on the sofa."
Lin Xiao said immediately.
"I'd rather sleep on the sofa."
Xiaoyun thought for a while and said.
It would be too shameless for her to come to someone else's room and let someone sleep on the sofa instead of sleeping on her own bed.
Lin Xiao didn't say anything more. Anyway, there is not much difference between a sofa and a bed. The sofa in the hotel is very big and soft, not much worse than a bed.
Lin Xiao took out a quilt from the cabinet and gave it to Xiaoyun, then watched Xiaoyun fall asleep on the sofa with the quilt in his arms.
"Did I turn off the light?"
Lin Xiao asked.
"Um."
Xiaoyun responded softly.
After turning off the lights, the room fell into darkness.
Lin Xiao was lying on the bed, but couldn't sleep, and Xiaoyun on the sofa couldn't sleep even more.
It's not that she has never spent the night with a man, but she has spent the night with a man before, but it is definitely not like this.
Everything that happened tonight made Xiaoyun feel very strange, like a complicated but nonsensical dream.
However, this is good.
Xiaoyun thought this secretly in his heart.
"Are you from the West End poor?"
Lin Xiao asked.
Xiaoyun hesitated for a moment and then replied: "Well, I'm from the West District and grew up there. I went to school, but only to elementary school..."
The city-state alliance did not universalize nine-year compulsory education, and even primary school was not free.
Xiaoyun has gone to elementary school, which is pretty good among the poor. Most of the poor have never gone to school at all.
"Why do you come out... um, to work in this industry?"
Lin Xiao asked again.
Xiaoyun hesitated for a while, and then answered: "My father is a worker in the West District coal mine. Although our family used to live very poor, we had no problem with food and clothing. But last month, there was an accident in the coal mine, and my father
One of my hands was broken, and I am still lying on the hospital bed. My mother and I have no income, so we have no choice but to work out to make money."
When Xiaoyun talks about making money, this is what he means.
"You shouldn't be eighteen yet, right?"
Lin Xiao frowned, Xiaoyun gave him the feeling that he was too young.
But Xiaoyun insisted: "I am over eighteen, I am already eighteen years old."
"Then what year were you born? What do you belong to?"
Lin Xiao asked immediately.
Xiaoyun couldn't answer immediately. She said in a panic: "Don't worry, let me do the math..."
Does this still count?
This kind of thing should be able to be answered in one sentence.
And if you want to calculate it, you must be lying and making it up.
Lin Xiao laughed out loud, while Xiaoyun's face turned red due to embarrassment. Fortunately, the lights were turned off and nothing could be seen in the dark room.
"Go to bed early. Tomorrow, I will go with you to see your father. Maybe I can help your family."
Lin Xiao suddenly said.
Hearing this, Xiaoyun was immediately overjoyed, but in the blink of an eye he looked helpless again.