"Young Master?"
"Young Master?"
Looking at the unconscious person in her arms, Lian Xing could only harden her heart and grit her teeth to hire a carriage, asking the driver to take her, Xiaochun, and the unconscious man to Hongchen Pavilion on Shuiyun Street.
"Lian Xing, what are you doing?"
Around midnight, seeing Lian Xing finally return after a long absence, Shui Yu, the brothel owner of Hongchen Pavilion, finally felt relieved. Although the government had suppressed the news, he had heard about the recent mysterious deaths of several young men in Yunshui Town.
Shui Yu couldn't help but be surprised when he saw his new top-ranking young master wearing a black robe, getting off a carriage, and supporting a man wearing only a white undershirt with a servant.
"Boss, this is a fellow villager of mine. I just met him on my way back. I brought him back here to rest because he fainted. When he wakes up, I'll take him away."
"Xiaochun, why don't you come over and lend a hand?"
Lian Xing's eyes flashed slightly, and she asked the waiter to support the unconscious man. After the three of them went up to the second floor, they went to Lian Xing's room.
Shui Yu looked at the figures that passed by him and could only sigh slightly. Never mind, let him be! After all, he brought back a man, not a woman, so he didn't suffer any loss. As long as Lianxing was okay, it would be fine. After all, Lianxing was the "treasure" newly dug up by Hongchen Pavilion. If anything happened to her, he would suffer a great loss.
"Young Master?"
"Young Master?"
Lianxing and Xiaochun worked together to help the unconscious man lie down on the bed. Touching the man's burning forehead, Lianxing frowned slightly.
"Xiaochun, go get a basin of water."
"Yes, sir."
After removing the man's shoes and socks and letting him lie down on the bed, Lian Xing gently washed his face with a wet handkerchief, and wiped his neck and hands. Then Lian Xing wet the handkerchief again, twisted it slightly, and folded it to place on the man's forehead.
A quarter of an hour later, Lianxing removed the handkerchief and placed it in the basin, letting it soak again. She twisted it slightly and folded it, then placed it on the man's forehead again. This process continued until the man's body was no longer scorching hot.
At the hour of Mao, the sky in the east was just beginning to lighten. Lianxing, resting with her hands on the edge of the bed, woke up when she heard movement from the other side. She reached out to touch the man's forehead, and when she found it was no longer burning, her heart, weighed down by worry, finally settled down.
Their bodies drift like duckweed, their hearts drifting like waves. Handsome men like these, drifting through the dust of society, may appear well-fed and well-dressed, but in reality, they lack a sense of belonging. Women can't take their eyes off them, while men call them vixens.
Looking at the tall, masculine man lying on the bed, Lian Xing clutched her manly coat tightly in both hands, her charming eyes shimmering with stars. Never before had anyone treated him like that man last night, treating him like a human being. Not only had he saved him from death, but he had also taken off his own black robe to cover his filth.
Thinking of that tall, majestic figure under the moonlight, Lian Xing's mind was in turmoil. If he were a woman, she could repay him with her own body, but he was a man! How could she, who had nothing, repay this life-saving grace?
When Lian Xing was feeling lost, the man on the bed suddenly turned over.
When Situ Ye slowly woke up and opened his eyes, he was met with a handsome face with seductive eyes. He suddenly found himself in a room filled with a strong smell of cosmetics.
Situ Ye looked blankly at everything around him that was unfamiliar, as well as the large bed where he was lying under the fluttering pink curtains, which was filled with a faint aroma.
Next to the bed stood an exquisitely crafted dressing table, and beside it an exquisite wardrobe. In the center of the room sat a round table, upon which tea and water were laid. By the window stood a row of shelves, covered with decorative objects. In front of the shelves stood a desk, upon which lay not only brushes, inkstones, paper, and an inkstone, but also a zither.
This, this... why does this look so much like a place where women have fun?
Situ Ye, terrified, immediately climbed up from the bed.
"Sir, you're finally awake. Have a drink of water first!"
Seeing Situ Ye's stunned look, Lian Xing, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, hurriedly got up and poured a cup of tea from the round table, then brought it to the bed and put the cup directly to Situ Ye's lips.
"Who are you?"
Situ Ye raised his hand and knocked the cup away from Lian Xing's hand. Fortunately, the tea in the cup was only slightly warm and not hot, so Lian Xing only wet a corner of her sleeve.
"Why am I here?"
Situ Ye only remembered that he was sleeping in the backyard of the shop. It was a thunderstorm that night. He also heard knocking on the door and a man's screams at the back door. He was afraid it was a ghost knocking on the door, which really scared him. Then he heard several more rumbling thunders. Suddenly, he had a headache. He didn't know whether he fainted or fell asleep. When he woke up again, he was here.
"Young Master?"
"Don't you remember what happened last night?"
Lian Xing looked at Situ Ye on the bed in confusion.
"What happened last night?"
Situ Ye's scalp tingled and his back felt cold when he heard this. He looked down at himself and saw that he was still wearing the white undershirt he wore when he slept, and there was no sign of him having put it on or taken off. Only then did he feel relieved.
"What happened last night?"
Situ Ye frowned slightly and looked at Lian Xing with a wary look.
Lianxing:......
If I just want to have sex with you, then I must have that function!
"Last night, Lian Xing was... raped by thieves. Fortunately, the young master passed by and rescued her in time. Lian Xing was lucky enough to escape with her life."
Thinking of what happened last night, Lian Xing was still in shock, and the light in her beautiful eyes suddenly dimmed.
"Being abused by thieves? Rescuing them in time?"
Situ Ye just felt that the person in front of him was really good at lying. How come he didn't know about this?
"Could it be that you really don't remember?"
Lian Xing, who had seen countless people, looked at Situ Ye with a look of scrutiny. He was clearly the same person from last night, but how come after a night's sleep, he felt like a completely different person?
The young man from last night exuded a cold and murderous aura, and the man in front of him, although his appearance was still the same as the young man from last night, exuded the unruly aura of a rich young man.
"Where is this?"
"Sir, this is Hongchen Pavilion on Shuiyun Street!"
"Red Dust Pavilion?"
"It's a den of women who spend their money."
It’s true!
"How far is it from Caiyun Street?"
"A quarter-hour carriage ride, or a walk..."
Situ Ye quickly got off the bed and ran straight to the door before Lian Xing could finish her words.
I looked at the sky outside and saw that the dawn was just beginning to appear. Fortunately, it was still in time and would not delay the store's business.
Looking at the figure disappearing into the dust, Lian Xing tightened the ink-colored robe in her hands, and a tear slid down from the corners of each eye.
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