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 my

look at him, finding I’m exactly on his wounded

move away my body quickly, but still looking at

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

get so nervous that

phone

gives my phone back and sits back, slightly curling his

again. It’s a message from Mobile Company reminding

heart now is at

argue confidently, “That’s 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

a light sneer at me. I’m not sure if

done with the apple, handing

apple and says coldly, “This is the apple you

you want to eat

clear

it into small pieces.” He says in a deep

Damn it!

So fussy!

on a plate. But I try to feel better