What should I do if the protagonist of every world I travel to is sick?

From that day on, Bai Yue always brought Qingshan to this restaurant from time to time, and still left Miss Yu Xiaoman alone in the private room, while Qingshan took the other girls out to play.

The store owner originally did not allow it, and asked which girl was hiding there and was willing to be taken away by others, leaving room for evidence. However, no one knew when Bai Yuejing knew about the underground dark web, which caught Lao Liu Han and his group off guard. Not knowing whether it was someone from that side, he could only let them do it for the time being and quickly pass the news to his superiors.

If it is someone over there, then he has to hold it in his palms even if he wants to.

What's more, there are only a few girls, and most of them are sold as girls. Anyway, there are people in the yamen to take care of them. But no one knows Bai Yue's identity.

The shop owner had been keeping silent for the past few days, and there had been no news from his superiors, which made him extremely anxious. He could only send someone to follow him secretly while he himself left as quickly as possible.

The Liu Family Tavern has always been a place for sex trade, but in fact it secretly hides the information network of the dynasty.

Without connections to protect one's safety, who would dare to do anything illegal these days?

How can the soil under the shade extend its veins and lifelines?

That day, Bai Yue came to Manyu Pavilion as usual. Her eyes swept over the tattered clothes on the ground and the dying person on the bed.

When Miss Xiaoman heard the footsteps, her eyes were swollen and she could only open a crack.

Bai Yue stood in front of her bed and when he leaned over, Xiaoman couldn't help but shrink back.

Her naked body allowed Bai Yue to clearly see the whip marks, tooth marks, and long-dried candle wax all over her body. Her skin was twitching and her whole body was twitching and convulsing in the corner.

The moment Bai Yue approached, Xiaoman gritted her teeth and tried to overcome her psychological barriers. She wanted to open her eyes and smile at him.

His body seemed to be covered with a layer of soft cloth, and the soft touch was definitely not the coarse linen bedding that had been thrown in the corner.

"Would you like a drink of water?"

Hearing his words, Xiaoman couldn't help but hug his outer robe tightly. Her nose felt a little sore and there were tears in the corners of her eyes.

"Sir...what on earth do you want to do by accompanying Xiaoman these days?"

Everyone said that she was favored by a nobleman, but only she knew that he didn't actually do anything in her room. He loved painting, so he spent most of his time quietly painting her.

She didn't understand this man.

It can be said that he has feelings for her, but when she was ridiculed, compared, and raped, that person watched coldly and did not say a word of help.

Apart from initially saying he wanted them to leave and them refusing, he never said anything else. He just stayed quietly in her room, playing the piano and painting beside her for several days.

If he had no intention, why would he care about her every word and action, and why would he stay in Manyu Pavilion every day to accompany her like an ordinary person.

Everyone who comes here either seeks pleasure from them or treats them as toys to humiliate them.

Bai Yue lowered the bed curtain, reached out to take the teapot from the table next to her, and poured water into the cup.

"If your throat is injured, don't speak too hard."

She supported herself on the bed with her elbows, trying to stand up. Besides tears, her eyes also showed stubbornness.

Bai Yue put the water to her lips and fed her little by little. He watched her dry and pale lips become rosier after being moisturized by the water, and then he moved his hand away.

A hand grabbed his wrist, "Why..."

Bai Yue looked at her now and saw that she was like a withered flower swaying in the wind, fragile but tough.

He brushed the scattered hair on her forehead behind her ears, and his eyes without any emotion met those red eyes, "Why?"

Xiaoman opened her mouth but didn't know how to start. Who was she to ask him the reason why he accompanied her day and night? Could it be that he liked her, a geisha whose red lips were tasted by everyone?

Even though she looked so miserable, she didn't mind that it offended his eyes, but she couldn't help but wonder in a humble way whether he would feel more pity for her and have more compassion for her.

"Sir..." Her arms, as white as lotus roots, emerged from her robe. She touched the man's face and whispered softly, "Sir, do you like Xiaoman?"

Those eyes looked at her, but after a while she lowered her eyes and her nose twitched.

"Young Master has an extraordinary bearing and must be a noble among nobles. Xiaoman thinks too highly of herself."

Her voice was hoarse, like someone who had walked for a long time in dry land. "Please hold the door for Xiaoman when you go out."

Bai Yue didn't know why the resentment in her became stronger again, even though it had almost dissipated in the past few days.

He looked at the little person curled up inside, and finally listened to her, walked out and locked the door.

"Aren't all people the same?"

The person curled up in a ball was stunned, then bit her lip, and the clenched fist was bitten in her mouth. A layer of blur appeared in front of her eyes, like the fog in Berlin.

世俗

bias

Human heart

How can people really be the same?