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.

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

know he was so gentle

to work this month.” He

work, what shall I eat, and how to return your money?!” I roll my eyes and say coldly.

I have asked for three days' leave. Steven Song is kind to me. I am already grateful that he

the poor. How am I going to get out of this

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

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

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

I cook the meal, and Frances Louis sits opposite me,

tastes not good.” He tastes the sweet and sour ribs and

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 pot. I

be careful next time.” I answer him casually.

with my attitude and frowns. I am about to

so I can

Yes, as I expected.

“I heard you are in hospital.” My mother asks.

Then she changes the

“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 suffer

feel very tired, don't want to listen to my mother say one

My heart is very lonely.

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

up and looks at