The Guardian's Sword

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Sean 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 Sean'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," Sean 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.

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Sean 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.

Sean 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?"

Sean asked.

"Yeah..." Yvonne answered softly.

The room plunged into darkness after the lights were turned off.

Sean 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...

Yvonne thought to herself.

"You're not living in the west side of the city, are you?" Sean asked.

Yvonne hesitated for a while before replying, "Yeah. I'm from the west. I grew up there. I've been to school, but only

primary school..."

The City-State Union did not make nine-year education compulsory. Even primary schools were not free.

Yvonne went to primary school, which was already considered not bad for the poor, most of whom never went to

school.

"Why did you come out... Uh... And did this?" Sean asked again.

Yvonne hesitated for a long time before answering, "My father was a coal miner in the west. My family was poor,

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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 and I had no income and were forced to come out to make money."

What Yvonne meant by making money was in this way.

"You're not yet 18, are you?"

Hearing Yvonne's answer, Sean frowned. He felt Yvonne was too young.

Yvonne insisted. "I-I'm 18. I-I'm already 18..."

"What year were you born? What generation are you?" Sean asked immediately.

Yvonne was instantly at a loss for answers.

She said in a flustered voice, "Calm down. Let me calculate..."

Did it need calculation?

She should be able to answer such a question instantly. She must be lying or making things up if she needed to

calculate it.

Sean laughed out loud, and Yvonne blushed with embarrassment. Luckily, the lights were off, and the room was so

dark that nothing could be seen.

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