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 I deserve

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

too quickly! Just know he was so gentle appearance, and after a blink, he treats me

to go to work this month.” He says.

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 doesn’t deduct my salary. If I continue don't going to work, it will

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

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

can only call

Frances Louis said this month, and today is the 23rd. I can

meal, and Frances Louis sits opposite me, eating slowly.

He tastes the sweet and sour ribs and says with a

the sugar, I pull my waist and my hand shake a bit. So I put all the sugar into

“Oh, I will be careful next time.”

attitude and frowns. I am about to

so I can guess who it is.

as

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

Then she changes the subject

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?”

tired, don't want to listen to my mother say

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

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

Louis heads up and looks at me, knowing everything.