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.

I deserve it? I am the victim.

not dare to offend him. I can only swallow the complaints down.

Just know he was so gentle appearance, and after

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

how to return your money?!” I roll my eyes and say coldly.

I am already grateful that he doesn’t deduct my salary. If I continue don't going to work, it will

people like Frances Louis do not understand the sufferings of the poor. How am I going to get out of this life if I don't make

in

I can only call Steven Song

23rd. I can go to work next month. I exploit

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

not good.” He tastes the sweet and sour ribs and says

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.

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

so I can guess who it is.

Yes, as I expected.

“I heard you are in hospital.” My

Then she changes the

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

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

hospital to see me. My heart is very lonely. I feel I am alone in this world, I only

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

Louis heads up and