In My Desperate Time

Frances Louis doesn’t mind using the spoon I used, and my face blushes.

The boss looks at us, trying to hold his smile. He might think that Frances Louis and I are lovers.

Although I feel too intimate to share a spoon with him, I am embarrassed to ask the boss to give me another one.

Frances Louis returns the spoon to me. I look at the remaining half of the Fried rice, don’t know what to do.

“Just eat, it tastes not good if it gets cold.”

The uncle urges, not knowing whether he does it on purpose or not.

However, I can’t let him lose face. So I have to bite the bullet and continue to eat, and I don’t dare to look at the expression of Frances Louis.

Finally, I finish the remaining half of the meal, and call the boss to pay the bill.

“Six dollars, two dollars more than before.” The boss takes the money from my hand and says that he would go back to accompany his wife and children. Therefore, I feel embarrassed to stay longer and leave with Frances Louis.

After walking two steps, Frances Louis suddenly asks me, “have you heard the story of a six-dollar hot pot?”

Of course, I have.

caused the laughter of our dormitory for

mean by saying this to me out of the

say?” I purse my

my body to you. No matter how many times one

The deeper his voice is,

manages to say

I stare at him and say

by. I stop it, open

me comes the voice of Frances Louis.

to me.

such confidence. I would recognize him as being insane. I don’t want

I get home, Steven Song hasn’t come

Anyway he can't suffer loss, so I don’t care much

off the alcoholic smell on my body. Before going to bed, I still take some anti-allergy medicine, after all, I

I see Steven Song sitting on the couch with a blank look on his face.