In My Desperate Time

“What’s this?”

“See for yourself.”

He says coldly.

Huh, pretending to be indifferent?

I curl my lips, take the thing in his hand and open it. It turns out to be a dress from DS.

He is buying me clothes.

Frances being considerate is making me more confused.

I vow to hate him just now, but because of his petty favors, my heart is softened.

I look down on myself a little bit.

“It’s a gift from Herman, the latest DS model. I don't wear women's clothing, so I am giving it to you.” He said coldly.

What else can I say? Fortunately, I don’t want to say what I am thinking. Otherwise, I will be laughed at by him for over-thinking.

need to wear the expensive ones. Anyway, fancy clothes only match a fancy person.” I hand

the clothes I dried, and walk to

and throws them directly into the

do you wear wet clothes? Can't I afford buying

is a gift!” I

suddenly

fear that he might throw away this dress, I would have no clothes to wear. I pick up the

really fit me as if they were made for me.

go out and

restaurant at the hotel and

together and his hospitality is too hard to

and down when he sees me. “This

this the clothes he gave away? Is it necessary to emphasize that it

want to ask too

talks a lot with me during the meal. I tell him everything I could say, just to leave an impression in

that expressing myself like this is a bit ostentatious, but this may only be the only opportunity for me. If I don't

know what Herman is thinking. We go straight back to the

the