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

to offend him. I can only swallow the complaints

so

won't have to go to work

“If I don't go to work, what shall I eat, and how to

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

of the poor. How am

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

can only call Steven Song and ask for a week's leave.

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

I cook the meal, and Frances Louis sits opposite me, eating slowly.

“It tastes not good.” He tastes the sweet and sour ribs and says with a

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 some

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

Frances Louis seems dissatisfied with my attitude and frowns. I am about to say something when

would call me, so

Yes, as I expected.

“I heard you are in hospital.” My mother

she changes

also dares not go out of the house, how long will us suffer a day like this?”

very tired, don't want to listen to my mother say one more

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

me even if she knew I was in the hospital. Is there only my brother in her

heads up and looks