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 it? I am

but do not dare to offend him. I

so gentle appearance,

“You won't have to 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 coldly.

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

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

go to work, your brother will be in jail.”

am so angry but can’t speak out. I can only call Steven Song and ask for a week's leave.

month, and today is the 23rd. I

I cook the meal, and Frances

He tastes the sweet and

waist and my hand shake a bit.

will be careful next time.” I answer

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

Not many people would call me, so I can guess

Yes, as I expected.

you are in

she changes

on now, also dares not go out of

very tired, don't want to listen to my mother

me. My heart is very lonely. I feel I am alone

if she knew I was in the

Frances Louis heads up and looks