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.

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,

won't have to go to

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

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

of the poor. How am I going to

will be in jail.”

I am so angry but can’t speak out. I can only call Steven Song and ask for a week's leave.

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

and Frances Louis sits opposite me, eating slowly.

“It tastes not good.” He tastes the sweet and

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

I will be careful next time.” I answer him casually.

Frances Louis seems dissatisfied with my attitude and frowns. I

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

as

heard you are in hospital.”

she changes the subject quickly.

is everything going with your brother? He dares not turn the phone on now, also dares not go out of the house, how

feel very tired, don't want to listen to my mother say one more word, and hang

came to the hospital to see me. My heart is very lonely. I feel I am alone in this

didn't see me even if she knew I was in the hospital. Is

Frances Louis heads up and looks at me,