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

as I come out of the bathroom, I see Frances Louis coming

He must have a problem with his prostate, also his kidney function, perhaps also the impotence. Yes! It must be

feel comfortable, then I

into the private

each other, and no one

Otherwise, there would be another ridicule.

somehow, they have changed

are only

Frances Louis is natural and sits on the right.

I don’t know what to do, but bite the bullet

Song and right is

feel myself like a

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

right. The beauty who comes with President Song

as I drink wine. The measles would run all over my body. That looks ugly.

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

insist to make me drink the wine.

Steven Song also doesn’t have the heart to see me suffer, and says hurriedly, “Le me help her,

it, “President Song, that’s not what you said when you force companion to drink. How could you

Song to ride the tiger.

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

drink a toast to you.”

Then she pours that glass of

body like being on fire, which is so uncomfortable.

long before I get red rashes on

really drink three glasses of wine, I

Cindy Leigh’s eyes. Steven Song can’t help me, but feeling anxious standing

still try to pour wine into me, he grabs the glass in her hand, drains the whole glass in one gulp,

drink the last two glasses for her. If you still don’t let her