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

stop and take a look at him, finding I’m exactly on his wounded

my body quickly,

there is no change of expressions

get so nervous that I nearly

of phone bill makes you so

gives my phone back and sits back, slightly curling his

a message from Mobile Company reminding me that it’s time to pay the phone

goodness my heart now is

can’t check my phone, even though it is a phone bill message. I don’t like it. If you know I haven’t

sneer at me. I’m not sure if he

with the apple, handing

and says coldly, “This is

you want to eat with

a clear twitch in his

into small pieces.” He says in

Damn it!

So fussy!

at him with gritted teeth, cutting the apple into pieces on a plate. But I try to feel better by thinking that the apple under my