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? Why I deserve it? I am the victim.

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

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

to work this month.”

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

grateful that he doesn’t deduct my salary. If I continue don't going to

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

will be in jail.” Frances Louis says

but can’t speak out. I can only call Steven Song and ask for

this month, and today is the 23rd. I can go to work next month. I exploit the advantage perfectly.

I cook the meal, and Frances Louis sits opposite me, eating slowly.

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

made it too sweet. When I put the sugar, I pull my waist and my hand shake

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

Frances Louis seems dissatisfied with my attitude and frowns. I am about to say something when my cell phone rings.

Not many people would call me, so I can guess who

Yes, as I

you are in hospital.” My

Then she changes the subject quickly.

is everything going with your brother? He dares not turn the phone on now, also dares

my mother say one more word, and hang up the phone.

me. My heart is very lonely. I feel I am

I was in

and looks at me, knowing everything.