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.

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

I get up, take the clothes I dried, and

grabs my clothes and throws them directly

Can't I

That one is

suddenly becomes gloomy

no clothes to wear. I pick

for me. I can't help but wonder, is it

out

restaurant at the hotel and we run into Herman there.

meal together and his hospitality

when he sees me. “This is the latest DS dress.

the clothes he gave away? Is it necessary

I don’t want to ask too

I could say, just to leave an impression in

is a bit ostentatious, but this may only be the only opportunity for

We go straight back

and I sleep through the night