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.

Louis, you just

the bathroom, I see Frances Louis coming out from

have a problem with his prostate, also his

like this makes me feel comfortable, then I come back to

and I go into the

toasting each other, and no one pays

would be

somehow, they have changed their seats.

are only two

Frances Louis is natural and sits on the right.

I don’t know what to do, but bite the bullet to sit beside him.

Left is Steven Song and

Suddenly I feel myself like a

“President Louis takes so long. You should be punished to drink three bottles of wine.” Someone sees

The beauty who comes with President

I can’t drink. As long as I drink wine. The measles would run all over my body. That looks ugly.

“Sorry, I'm allergic to alcohol. I substitute tea for the wine.” I say sorry

But they don’t buy it, and insist to make

the heart to see me suffer, and says hurriedly, “Le me help her,

what you said when you force companion to drink. How could

Now it makes Steven Song to ride the tiger.

She pours a glass of wine and comes towards me.

right? I drink a toast

that glass of wine into my mouth,

After drinking, I feel every inch of my body like being on fire,

long before I

drink three glasses of wine, I would definitely die here.

The sinister smile flashes through Cindy Leigh’s eyes. Steven Song can’t

grabs the glass in her hand, drains the

“I will drink the last two glasses for her. If you still don’t let her go, you are not giving me face.”