In My Desperate Time

I don't know if it's just my illusion, but I always feel like I'm being interrogated like a cheating wife questioned by a husband.

But what's between Frances Louis and me? If there is anything, it is all about that night.

But we are adults, and this kind of thing is not a big deal. I am a woman and I give him my first time without saying anything, but now he is haunting me.

“Do I need to tell you that? It seems to be nothing between us.”

I leave the words lightly. All I want to do is to go to the bathroom.

Frances Louis strides forward and walks beside me, clipping me between him and the wall, leaving only a narrow passage for me.

Hearing my words, he turns his head and looks at me with a light smile, “the relationship between creditor and debtor is not enough for me to ask?”

“Enough enough enough. You're rich. You're the best. I beg you to stop haunting me!”

Damn it! I just want to go to the bathroom! Why is it so hard!

“Are you sure I'm the one who haunts you? You follow me all the way to the men's room, and I have more reason to doubt your purpose."

He says and points to the signboard on the door.

Seeing the signboard, I am awkward immediately.

I follow him to the men’s room. That’s so embarrassing!

I am unconvinced and hum. I pretend to be calm and say, “the female’s room is beside, I like to stroll outside for a while before I go in there. You have a problem?”

However, Frances Louis raises his noble chin to the opposite side and says, “No. I just want to remind you kindly that the ladies' room is down the hall. The reason why this hotel designs like this is probably to avoid women like you following men.”

The he goes into the bathroom, leaving me crying without tears.

I take a deep breath and run across the hall. I almost can’t hold it back.

Frances Louis, you just wait and see!

bathroom, I see Frances Louis

slowly. He must have a problem with his prostate, also his

this makes me feel comfortable, then I come back to the private room feeling satisfied.

Frances Louis and I go into the private room side

toasting each other, and no one pays attention to

would be another ridicule.

But somehow, they have changed their seats.

Now there are only two vacant adjacent seats.

Frances Louis is natural and sits

to do, but bite the bullet to sit beside him.

is Steven Song and right is Frances

myself like a

be punished to drink three bottles of wine.” Someone sees Frances Louis and

President Song also have to drink.” Someone continues.

I can’t drink. As long as I drink wine. The measles would run all

alcohol. I substitute tea for the wine.” I say sorry and

don’t buy it, and insist to make me drink the

also doesn’t have the heart to see me suffer, and says hurriedly, “Le me help her, you can’t bully a woman. The hero saving the beauty has always been my

you said when you force companion to drink. How

Song to

risen up. She pours a glass of wine and comes towards me.

I drink a toast to

pours that glass of

After drinking, I feel every inch of my body

it won’t be long before

I really drink three glasses of wine, I would definitely

The sinister smile flashes through Cindy Leigh’s eyes. Steven Song can’t help me, but feeling anxious standing aside.

glasses of wine. Seeing Cindy Leigh still try to pour wine into me, he grabs the glass in her

“I will drink the last two glasses for her. If you still