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.

ones. Anyway, fancy clothes only match a fancy person.” I hand the clothes back to him,

I get up, take the clothes I dried,

grabs my clothes and throws them directly into the

Can't I afford buying

one is

suddenly becomes gloomy

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

fit me as if they were made for me.

go out and

me directly to the restaurant at the hotel and

a meal together and his hospitality is too hard

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

this the clothes he gave away? Is it necessary

want to ask too much,

during the meal. I tell him everything I could say, just to

may only be the only opportunity for me. If I don't seize it,

don’t know what Herman is thinking. We go straight back to the

sleep through the night without doing