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.

to wear the expensive ones. Anyway, fancy clothes only match

up, take the clothes I dried,

clothes and throws them

clothes? Can't I afford buying clothes for

is a gift!”

face suddenly becomes gloomy

throw away this dress, I would have no clothes to

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

go out and

at the hotel and we run into Herman there.

and his hospitality is too hard to

and down when he sees me. “This

this the clothes he gave away? Is it necessary to

I don’t want to ask too much, only eat

him everything I could say, just to leave an impression in his heart. I

is a bit ostentatious, but this may only be the only opportunity for me. If I don't seize it, I might never

Herman is thinking. We go straight back to

I sleep through the night without