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.

deserve it? I am the victim.

to offend him. I can only swallow the complaints down.

quickly! Just know he was so gentle appearance, and

“You won't have to go to work this

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

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

Frances Louis do not understand the sufferings of the poor. How am

in jail.” Frances Louis

but can’t speak out. I can only call Steven

today is the 23rd. I

meal, and Frances Louis sits opposite me,

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

know 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

be careful next

attitude and frowns. I am about to say something when my cell phone rings.

would call me, so

as I expected.

in hospital.”

Then she changes the subject

also dares not go out of the

my mother say one more

For those three days, only Mindy and David Gibbs came to the hospital to see me. My heart is very lonely. I feel I am alone in this world, I only have

mom didn't see me even if she knew I was in the hospital. Is there only my brother in her mind?

and looks at me, knowing