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.

I deserve

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

Louis changes his face too quickly! Just know he was so gentle appearance, and after a blink, he treats me like a stranger.

won't have to go to work this month.” He

and how to return your money?!” I roll my eyes and say

already grateful that he doesn’t deduct my salary.

do not understand the sufferings of the poor. How am I going to get out of

“If you go to work, your brother will be in jail.” Frances Louis says coldly,

angry but can’t speak out. I can only call

is the 23rd. I can go to

meal, and Frances

good.” He tastes the sweet and sour ribs and says with

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

“Oh, I will be careful next time.” I answer him casually.

my attitude and frowns. I am about to

Not many people would call me, so I can guess

Yes, as

“I heard you are in hospital.”

she changes the subject quickly.

on now, also dares

to listen to my mother say one more word, and hang up the

to see me. My heart is very lonely. I feel I am alone in this world, I only have myself to depend on.

mom didn't see me even if she knew I was in the hospital. Is there only my brother

up and looks at me, knowing everything.