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.

are three judges consisting

Whitney and a foreign old lady with a benign face. The old lady looks familiar, but I can’t remember who she

Whitney stands beside Frances.

that you are a couple. Now that the theme of this competition is ‘love’, may I ask you to kiss each

understand what he is saying, but strange enough, I understood the request he made to Frances and

of it injures

for me to see them being

are already

that everyone likes to cheer up for the

cheer, as shy as an

lips. The way he kissed me has printed in my mind. Thinking of his lingering kiss, my lips

but I feel he’s smiling

and cups her face in his hands, bending forward and laying a soft

yells and whistles in the audience. I bite my lips tightly, watching him deepen the kiss, as

lips is always overbearing and wild,

me to accept the

and romantic scene of

feet and say to Nicole with a quite low voice,

leave there

hall, I