In My Desperate Time

I’m flustered by his look, as I always would be.

Whitney, as one of the judges of the competition, is two seats apart from me to my right.

She looks over my direction as France’s eyes.

I lower my head uneasily, with my breath being uneven.

“Are you nervous?”

Nicole seems to have sensed that something is wrong with me and turns around to ask me.

Her attitude towards me has literally changed since I was cleared of the last plagiarism. Now the way she talks to me can’t be gentler.

I give her a forced smile and shake my head.

“I’m good.”

“The competition will start in three days, so don’t worry. We still have time to collect materials and get the spark of inspirations.”

Nicole pats my shoulder to comfort me.

As the ceremony moves on, the host invites judges of the competition to the stage.

three judges consisting of the

a foreign old lady with a benign face. The old lady looks familiar, but I

Whitney stands beside Frances.

suggests in a smiling tone, “I heard that you are a couple. Now

I also don’t understand what he is saying, but strange enough, I understood the request he made to

of it

for me to see

are

seems that everyone likes to cheer up for the fun, on matter which country he

cheer, as shy as

has printed in my mind. Thinking of his lingering kiss, my lips

the audience, but I feel

in his hands, bending forward and laying a

in the audience. I bite my lips tightly, watching him deepen the kiss,

never kisses me like this. His kiss on my lips is always overbearing and wild, without

realize it’s so hard for me to accept the fact that he

and romantic scene of

with a quite low voice, “I’m not feeling comfortable. I want

I leave there

the hall, I run slap into