In My Desperate Time

I am afraid about his concern.

Every time he calls me over, I couldn't get out of bed the next day. Now my waist is not good, if he tortures me again, I will lose half of my life.

Reluctantly, I go over and stand in front of him.

Without speaking, Frances Louis looks at me quietly, her eyes as gentle as water. His gentleness makes me feel that he is not looking at me, but want to see someone's shadow from me.

I don’t ask. I don’t dare to, nor want to.

My 1.6-meter-figure is completely crushed in front of Frances Louis's 1.8 or higher height, and my neck is a little sore.

I still have an injury on my waist. It hurts after standing for so long. I don't have such good spirit to waste time with him here.

“What?” I can’t help asking.

My arm is seized by him and moved forward. I slip into his arms defenselessly.

He holds me in his arms, put his head on my head, rubbing my back, and finally his hand settle on the right of my waist.

“Does it hurt?” He presses lightly, and I inhale deeply.

“You tell me.” I roll my eyes.

It hurts if you don't touch it, let alone when he presses it.

“You deserve it.” He says and then pushes me away. His face blackens again.

Damn him! Why? Why I deserve it?

I want to complain but do not dare to offend him. I can only swallow the complaints down.

changes his face too quickly! Just know he was so gentle appearance, and after a blink, he

“You won't have to go to work this month.”

“If I don't go to work, what shall I eat, and how to return your money?!” I roll my eyes and say coldly.

Steven Song is kind to me. I am already grateful that he doesn’t deduct my salary. If I continue don't going to work, it will make me like spoiled

understand the sufferings of the poor. How am I going to get out of this life if I don't make

be in jail.” Frances Louis says coldly, and leaves the room.

I can only call Steven Song and ask for a week's leave.

today is the 23rd. I can go to work next month. I exploit the advantage

I cook the meal, and Frances Louis sits opposite

good.” He tastes the sweet and sour ribs

made it too sweet. When I put the sugar, I pull my waist and my hand shake a bit. So I put all the sugar into the

next time.” I answer

frowns. I am about to say something when

Not many people would call me, so

Yes, as I expected.

“I heard you are in hospital.” My mother

changes the subject quickly.

now, also dares not go out of the house, how long will us suffer a

to my mother say

hospital to see me. My heart is very lonely. I feel I am alone in

if she knew I was in the hospital. Is there only

heads up and looks at me, knowing everything.