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.

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

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

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

“If I don't go to work, what shall I eat, and how to return your money?!” I roll my eyes and say coldly.

grateful that he doesn’t deduct my salary. If I continue

Frances Louis do not understand the sufferings of the poor. How am I going to get out of this life if I don't make

brother will be in jail.” Frances Louis says coldly, and leaves

can’t speak out. I can only call Steven

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,

good.” He tastes the sweet and sour ribs and says with a frown.

I pull my waist and my hand shake

careful next time.”

with my attitude and frowns. I am

so I can guess who

Yes, as I

are in hospital.”

Then she changes the subject

also dares not

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

hospital to see me. My heart is very lonely.

me even if she knew I was in the

heads up and looks at me,