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 my

look at him, finding I’m

move away my body quickly, but still looking

but there is no change of expressions on his indifferent

that I nearly

phone bill makes

and sits back,

again. It’s a message from Mobile Company reminding me that it’s time

heart now is

confidently, “That’s 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,

with a light sneer at me.

the apple, handing it to

coldly, “This is the apple

you want to eat with sugar or

is a clear twitch

pieces.” He says in

Damn it!

So fussy!

apple into pieces on a plate. But I try to feel better by thinking that