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

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

problem with his prostate, also his kidney function, perhaps also the impotence.

Thinking like this makes me feel comfortable, then I come

Frances Louis and I go into the private room side by

each other, and no one pays attention

there would be another ridicule.

But somehow, they have changed their seats.

Now there are only two

Frances Louis is natural and sits on the

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

and

Suddenly I feel myself like a sandwich biscuit.

“President Louis takes so long. You should be punished to drink

who comes with President Song also have to drink.” Someone continues.

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

I'm allergic to alcohol. I substitute tea for the wine.” I say sorry and rise with my tea.

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

Song also doesn’t have the heart to see me suffer, and says hurriedly, “Le me help her, you can’t bully a woman. The

you said when you force companion to drink. How could you change the rules when it comes

Song to ride the

up. She pours a glass of wine

drink a toast to you.”

Then she pours that glass of wine

After drinking, I feel every inch of my body like being on fire, which is so uncomfortable.

It's white wine, and it won’t be long before I get

of wine, I would definitely die here.

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

Leigh still try to pour wine into me, he grabs the glass in

two glasses for her. If you still don’t