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.

Why I deserve it? I am the victim.

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

Louis changes his face too quickly! Just know he was so

to go to work

“If I don't go to work, what shall I eat, and how to

for three days' leave. 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

people like Frances Louis do not understand the sufferings of the poor. How am I going to get out of this life

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

am so angry but can’t speak out. I can only call Steven Song and ask for a week's

said this month, and today is the 23rd. I can go to work

Frances Louis sits opposite me, eating

sweet and sour ribs and says with a

my waist and my hand shake a bit. So I put all the sugar into the pot. I tried to

careful next time.”

my attitude and frowns. I am about to

me, so

Yes, as I expected.

“I heard you are in hospital.” My

Then she changes the subject quickly.

“How is everything going with your brother? He dares not turn the phone on now, also dares not go out of the house, how long will us

want to listen to my mother

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

see me even if she knew I was in the hospital. Is there only my brother in her mind?

Frances Louis heads up and looks at