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 person.” I hand the clothes

I get up, take the clothes I dried, and walk to the

and throws them

Can't I afford buying clothes for

one is a gift!”

face suddenly becomes

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

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

go out and

me directly to the restaurant at the hotel and we run into Herman there.

a meal together and his

at me up and down when he sees me. “This is the latest DS dress. It looks good

away? Is it necessary to emphasize

to ask too much, only eat

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

bit ostentatious, but this may only be the only opportunity for me. If I don't seize

what Herman is thinking. We go straight back to the room after

and I sleep through the night without