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

look at him, finding I’m exactly

quickly, but still

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

nervous that

phone bill makes

phone back and

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

heart now is at

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

at me. I’m not sure if he

the apple, handing it to

and says coldly, “This is the apple you want me

you want to eat with sugar or vinegar?” I

a clear twitch in

into small pieces.” He says

Damn it!

So fussy!

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