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 my injured

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

move away my body quickly, but still

he reads my messages, but there is no change of expressions on

so nervous that

of phone bill

back and sits back, slightly curling his

again. It’s a message from Mobile Company reminding

heart now is

like it. If you know I haven’t paid

says nothing but with a light sneer at me. I’m not

with the apple,

coldly, “This is the apple you want me to

you want to eat with sugar

is a clear twitch in his

He says in

Damn it!

So fussy!

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