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

And this joke caused the laughter of our dormitory for a month.

saying this

say?” I purse my lips, looking at

I can also sell my body to you. No

deeper his voice is, the more seductive it is.

I don't know how he manages to say such shameless words.

at him and say angrily, “I'm going home. suit yourself.”

by. I stop it, open the door and

the voice of Frances Louis.

you will come to me. And

Louis could say this with such confidence. I would recognize him as being insane.

When I get home, Steven Song hasn’t come back yet.

woman after drinking. Anyway he can't suffer loss,

to bed, I still take some anti-allergy medicine, after all, I have to go to work tomorrow, I can’t disfigure my face.

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