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

my body quickly, but still looking

messages, but there is no change of

so nervous that I nearly can’t

a message of phone bill

phone back and sits

message from Mobile Company reminding me that it’s time

goodness my heart now is

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

a light sneer at me.

the apple, handing it

at the apple and says coldly, “This is the apple you

want to eat with sugar

clear

into small pieces.” He says in a deep

Damn it!

So fussy!

teeth, cutting the apple into pieces on a plate. But I try to feel better by thinking that the apple under