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.

on

take a look at him,

body quickly, but still looking at him

but there is no

so nervous that I nearly

phone bill makes you

phone back and sits back,

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

goodness my heart now is

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 look down upon

with a light sneer at me. I’m

with the apple, handing it to

apple and says coldly, “This is the apple you

problems? Or you want to eat with sugar or vinegar?” I

a clear

it into small pieces.” He says in

Damn it!

So fussy!

on a plate. But I try to feel better by thinking