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

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

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

go to work this

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

Song is kind to me. I am already grateful that he doesn’t deduct my salary. If I continue don't going

am I going to get out of this life if I don't

work, your brother will be in jail.” Frances Louis says coldly, and leaves the room.

I am so angry but can’t speak out. I can

month, and today is the 23rd. I can

the meal, and Frances Louis sits opposite me, eating

“It tastes not good.” He tastes the sweet and sour ribs and says with a frown.

put the sugar, I pull my waist and my hand shake a bit. So I put all the sugar into the pot. I tried to take some sugar out,

next time.” I answer him casually.

with my attitude and frowns. I am about to say something

so I can guess who

Yes, as

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

Then she changes the subject quickly.

with your brother? He dares not turn the phone on now, also dares not go out of the house, how long will us suffer a day like this?”

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

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

I was in the

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