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

at him, finding I’m exactly

body quickly, but still looking at

but there is no change of expressions

get so nervous that I

a message of phone

gives my phone back and sits back,

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

my heart

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

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

apple, handing it to

looks down at the apple and says coldly, “This is the apple

want to eat

a clear twitch in his

pieces.” He

Damn it!

So fussy!

a plate. But I try to feel better by thinking that the