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

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

Whitney stands beside Frances.

looks towards them and suggests in a smiling tone, “I heard that you are a couple. Now that the theme of this competition is ‘love’, may I ask you to kiss each other

talking in foreign language. I’m not good at it and I also don’t understand what he is saying, but strange enough, I understood the request he

word of it injures my

to see

audiences are

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

slightly in the cheer, as

The way he kissed me has printed in my mind. Thinking of

the audience, but I feel

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

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

this. His kiss on my lips is always overbearing and wild, without any love. Whitney is

to accept the

and romantic scene

a quite low voice, “I’m

leave

the hall, I run slap