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 wait and see!

bathroom, I see Frances Louis coming out from the opposite side.

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

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

go into the private

Fortunately, people are drunk, and busy toasting each other, and no

Otherwise, there would

have changed their seats.

Now there are only

Frances Louis is natural and sits on the

but bite

Steven Song and right

I feel myself like a sandwich biscuit.

You should be punished to drink three bottles of wine.”

The beauty who comes with President Song also have to

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

substitute tea for the wine.” I say

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

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

not what you said when you force

Now it makes Steven Song to ride the tiger.

a glass of wine and

Noyes, right? I drink a

Then she pours that glass of wine into my mouth,

every inch of my body like being on fire, which is so uncomfortable.

it won’t be long before I get

drink three glasses of wine, I

eyes. Steven Song can’t help me,

to pour wine into me, he grabs the glass in her hand, drains the whole glass in one gulp, and then pours himself another glass and drinks it.

for her. If you still don’t let her