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

complain but do not dare to offend him. I

he was so gentle appearance, and after a blink, he treats me like a stranger.

have to go to work this month.”

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

Steven Song is kind to me. I am already grateful that he doesn’t deduct my

understand the sufferings of the poor. How am I going to get out of this life

brother will be in

can only call Steven Song

today is the 23rd. I can go to work next month. I exploit

cook the meal, and Frances Louis sits opposite

He tastes the sweet and sour ribs

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

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

attitude and frowns. I am about to say something

Not many people would call me, so I

Yes, as I

“I heard you are in hospital.”

Then she changes the subject quickly.

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

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

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

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

heads up and looks at me,