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.
“Can I turn off the light?”
Jagoan asked.
“Yeah…” Yvonne answered softly.
The room plunged into darkness after the lights were turned off.
Jagoan lay in bed but had trouble falling asleep, and Yvonne on the couch could not sleep even more.
It was not like she had not spent a night with men before, but it was nothing like this when she spent nights with men.
Yvonne found what happened tonight strange, it was like a complicated but irrational dream.
But this is pretty good…
“You’re not living in the west side of the city, are you?” Jagoan asked.
“Why did you come out… Uh… And did this?” Jagoan asked again.
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