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.

Why I deserve

to complain but do not dare to

his face too quickly! Just know he was so gentle appearance, and after a blink, he treats me

go to

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

that he doesn’t deduct my salary. If I continue don't going to work, it will make me like spoiled and arrogant.

do not understand the sufferings of the poor. How am I going to get out of this life if I don't make enough money soon?

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

can

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

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

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

I 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 to take some sugar out, but I failed.

careful next time.” I answer

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

so I can guess who it is.

Yes, as I expected.

heard you are in hospital.”

changes the

He dares not turn the phone on now, also dares not go out of

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

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 myself to depend

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

up and looks at me, knowing everything.