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

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

he was so

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

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

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

poor. How am I going to get out

brother will be in jail.”

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

I can go to work next month. I exploit the advantage perfectly.

I cook the meal, and Frances

sweet and

pull my waist and my hand shake a bit. So I put all

will be careful next time.” I answer

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

call me, so I can guess who it is.

as I expected.

are in

Then she changes

on now, also dares not go out of the house, how long

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

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

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

Frances Louis heads up and