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

and take a look at him, finding I’m

body quickly, but still looking

frowning, he reads my messages, but there is no change of

get so nervous that I nearly

phone bill makes you

back and sits back, slightly curling his

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

goodness my heart now is at

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 light sneer at me. I’m not

apple, handing

looks down at the apple and says coldly, “This is the apple you

eat with sugar or vinegar?” I

is a clear twitch in

it into small pieces.” He says in a deep

Damn it!

So fussy!

But I try to feel better