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 am the victim.

want to complain but do not dare to offend

he was so gentle appearance, and after

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

how to return your money?!” I

that he doesn’t deduct my salary. If I continue don't going to work, it will make me

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

brother will be in jail.” Frances

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

today is the 23rd. I can

meal, and Frances Louis sits opposite me, eating slowly.

tastes not good.” He tastes the sweet and sour

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

will be careful next time.”

my attitude and frowns. I am about to say

me, so I can guess who it

Yes, as I expected.

heard you are in

Then she changes the subject

now, also

to listen to my mother say one more word,

and David Gibbs came to the hospital to see me. My heart is very lonely. I feel I am alone in this world, I only have myself to depend on.

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

up and looks