In My Desperate Time

No, I can’t let him see the messages. I rush to grab my phone back from his hand.

He stands on his feet, holding the phone up high. I can’t get it even if I jump to it.

“You have problems. Who sends you the messages?”

He smirks and clicks on my phone screen.

I don’t know what he has seen on my phone, but I do feel nervous. He’s such an emotional person. I really dare not irritate him.

“Give it back! That’s my privacy.”

I say angrily and try to jump to get it but fail in the end.

“Your privacy? Even you are mine! You have no privacy.” he looks at me from head to feet, his eager gaze making my body feel hot and nervous.

Then he turns his eyes to my phone again.

He perhaps hasn’t seen the messages. Anyway, I can’t let him see them.

I’m so afraid he would see the messages, so I jump at him with all my might.

He gasps and frowns.

are on

look at him,

body quickly,

my messages, but there is no change of

nervous that I nearly can’t

message of phone

and sits back, slightly

from Mobile Company reminding me that

my heart now is at

right. You can’t check my phone, even though it is a phone bill message. I don’t like it. If you know I haven’t paid my phone bill, you must think I’m leading a dog’s life and

says nothing but with a light sneer at me. I’m not sure

the apple, handing it to

down at the apple and says coldly, “This is

problems? Or you want to eat with sugar or

a clear twitch in his

He says in a deep

Damn it!

So fussy!

teeth, cutting the apple into pieces on a plate. But I try