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"Yao Ji, it's your turn to go up."

I looked at myself in the mirror with the heavy makeup. I was no longer that little girl wandering the streets in my tattered clothes.

As a pillar of the bar, I had always admired the people who named the bar, the demi-humans, but of course, the bar was filled with goblins with delicate makeup who were desperately twisting their waists, including me.

Her father inherited her grandfather's small company, and her mother was a well-known courtesan.

But my father made some enemies when he was young, and when they formed an alliance to frame him, the company went bankrupt. I was six years old.

At home, we eat sparingly. My brother and I often watch the children of other families eat, starve and envy.

His father could not bear to live in poverty and began to drink and gamble. Every time he came back drunk, he would smash things and beat his mother.

Every day was filled with the sounds of quarrels and mother's weeping. There was also the sound of people hitting things with sticks.

I held my brother under the bed and watched them with cold eyes, first trembling with fear, then numbness.

The last time he saw his father was when he was carried away by two policemen and hurt by the robbery.

Then my mother left, too, without a sound, leaving me and my brother alone in the empty house.

The cold eyes of the passersby on the road were sharper than the cold winter wind, and they were shouting hunger and their throats were sore.

I used to dream that Mom and Dad would come and pick us up, but I would wake up in the dark alley, and at night I would hear the cries of the nocturnal cats.

At the age of eight, we were taken to the orphanage by the old rector.

I like to sit back and watch the other kids play, and I don't want to get too close.

In the sparse school of the orphanage, I always learned to sleep late. I want to change, I want to be strong.

At the age of fourteen, I was forced to attend school by the old dean of the orphanage. The worst part of it was the winter, because I didn't have any clothes on, my face hurt like a knife in the wind, and my hands and feet were split open from the cold.

Fortunately, I went to the best high school with the best grade in the county and got a scholarship to the school.

Zhou Nian was younger than me by three years. At that time, he was in his first year of university, so he was no longer afraid of interacting with strangers.

When I thought life would go on like this, it played a joke on me.

His younger brother followed his mother. His delicate and handsome appearance was very pleasing to the eyes, even more so than a girl's. But this brought disaster to him.

One of the bullies had taken a fancy to his younger brother and wanted to forcefully take him away. When I received the news and rushed over, my brother was already covered in wounds, the bright red blood caused me to be alarmed.

In an instant, his limbs turned cold and his mind went blank. Tears began to flow uncontrollably.

In a panic, I called the police. When the bullies were taken away, they glared at us viciously. His left eye was cut by his younger brother, and his expression was ferocious.

In the end, the police decided that his brother was acting in self-defense and that the bully was in custody.

I remembered the look, and I knew there was no way I could stay in this place any longer. We fled all night to the imperial capital.

His younger brother's arm was dislocated and failed to connect back in time, causing him to be unable to lift heavy objects.

We couldn't go to school without a financial source, and I couldn't bear to let my brother abandon his studies and decide to look for a job.

Many times I feel that the world does not welcome us, that we are cut off from the outside world. I walked into a small restaurant. There were quite a few customers.

The owner of the restaurant was an old man, his face covered in oil, fat or soaked in kitchen grease. It didn't look very comfortable.

When I was in the orphanage, I used to help my aunt in the kitchen with the dishes. I begged my boss to let me stay and wash the dishes, and he agreed.

After more than a month, I washed thousands of dishes, but didn't get a single cent, the boss righteously kicked me out.

For a moment I wanted to strangle him, but I couldn't. I dejectedly left, vowing that I would work even harder in the future to take revenge on those who bullied us.

My brother and I were penniless and had nowhere to go. Squeezing in a shack with a tramp, the kind of shack that barely keeps the rain out of the wind.

At the age of sixteen, minors could not find a job. I wandered the streets in a daze.

I met a delinquent, a ruffian. I learned from him to steal money. I could finally fill my stomach, but I never let my brother into such a situation. I had to do everything in my power to protect him.

Then the punk asked me, "Do you want to make a lot of money?"

Then, I met Aunt An. Aunt An's name was Anna, she looked to be around 30 years old, dressed in fashion, and dressed in fashion. Her sisters all called her Aunt An.

There are a lot of girls my age. She taught us to sing, dance, and make up. She taught us how to use our strengths, including our physical and physical strengths.

Initially, I was against this method of earning money, but Aunt An gave each of us a huge sum of money and I accepted it without hesitation.

Aunt An told me that I had the most advantages out of all the girls, and that I was the most attractive.

Maybe this is the only thing my mother left for me.

I told my brother that I had found a job and that I would let him go to school in peace before he could protect me when he grew up.

Now that my brother is in college, I live in this place without telling him. I didn't want him to look down on me.

After straightening my skirt to cover my butt, the clothes on my body was simply equivalent to not wearing any of my clothes at all. My figure was so real. The protruding front and back were faintly discernible, but it was also seductive.

Stepping on the 10-centimetre high heels, skillfully climbing onto the steel pipe in the middle of the stage, swinging my body freely. At that time, I was no longer myself, but a machine for making money.

The audience was filled with the sounds of men and women cheering, clapping and whistling. From time to time, flowers would be thrown onto the stage. I'm used to all this.

As a pillar, all I had to do was light the bar at the critical moment, take my money, and the rest was none of my business.

I got off the stage and went back to the locker room.

"Yao Ji, someone is looking for you." The one who spoke was Aunt An.

Without looking back, I continued to undress in the mirror.

"Weren't you the one who rejected this kind of thing? "Who is it that's come this time?"

"Sigh, this time it's Hei Baozi, no one dares to reject him." Aunt An's tone also sounded a little helpless.

I paused as I took off my makeup and met Aunt An's eyes in the mirror, "Aunt An, I don't want to … when you know it …"

"I do know, but you can't offend this person. Otherwise, it's best if you let it go."

I just looked at her and didn't say anything.

"It's not that I don't want to help you, but Hei Baozi is walking sideways with a spear at his waist. No one dares to provoke him."