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 the victim.

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

face too quickly! Just know he was so

to go to work this month.” He says.

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

days' leave. Steven Song is kind to me. I am already grateful that he

Rich people like Frances Louis do not understand the sufferings of the poor. How am I going to get

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

so angry but can’t speak out. I can only call Steven Song and ask for

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

I cook the meal, and Frances Louis sits opposite

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

I put the sugar, I pull my waist and my hand shake a

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

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

people would call me, so I can guess who it

as

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

Then she changes the subject quickly.

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

I feel very tired, don't want to listen to my mother say one more word, and hang up the phone.

heart is very lonely. I feel I am alone in this world, I only have myself to depend on.

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

Frances Louis heads up and looks