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, finding I’m exactly

move away my body quickly, but still looking

messages, but there is no change of expressions

get so nervous that I

message of phone bill makes you

and sits back, slightly

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

my heart now

though it is a phone bill message. I don’t like it. If you know I haven’t paid my phone bill, you must

but with a light sneer at me. I’m not sure if he

with the apple, handing it

says coldly, “This

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

clear twitch in

into small pieces.” He says in a

Damn it!

So fussy!

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