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.

have clothes, so I don't need to wear the expensive ones. Anyway, fancy clothes only

the clothes I dried, and walk

grabs my clothes and throws them

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

That one is a gift!”

face suddenly becomes

fear that he might throw away this dress, I would have no

really fit me as if they were made for me. I can't help but wonder, is it

go out

at the hotel and we run into

meal together and

“This is the latest DS dress. It looks

the clothes he gave away? Is

don’t want to ask too

I tell him everything I could say, just to leave an impression in his heart. I am a capable person

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

is thinking. We go straight back to

the night