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

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

But Frances Louis changes his face too quickly! Just know he was so

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

“If I don't 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 work, it will make me like spoiled

Rich people like Frances Louis do not understand the sufferings of the poor. How am I going to get

be in jail.” Frances

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

23rd. I can go to

I cook the meal, and Frances Louis

He tastes the sweet and sour ribs and says with a

he thinks I made it 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 tried to take

next

seems dissatisfied with my attitude and frowns. I am about to say

Not many people would call me, so I

Yes, as I

“I heard you are in hospital.” My mother

changes the subject quickly.

now, also dares not go out

to listen to my mother say one more word, and hang

hospital to see me. My heart is very lonely. I feel I

And my mom didn't see me even if she knew I was in the hospital. Is there only my brother in her

heads up and looks at me, knowing everything.