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

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

away my body quickly, but still looking

but there is no change

that

of phone bill makes you

my phone back and sits back, slightly

Mobile Company reminding me that it’s time to pay

my heart

bill message. I don’t like it. If you know I haven’t paid my phone bill, you must think I’m leading

nothing but with a light sneer at me.

apple, handing

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

you want to eat with sugar or vinegar?”

is a clear twitch in

small pieces.” He says in

Damn it!

So fussy!

apple into pieces on a plate. But I try