In My Desperate Time

I am a little annoyed after feeding a few pieces.

Frances eats slowly. He eats a few pieces of apples for nearly half an hour. I don’t have time to be wasted on this.

"You can enjoy the rest by yourself. I'm leaving." I stand up while curling my lips.

"But you haven’t fed me yet, how can you leave?" I hear him joking behind me.

Fed?

Why does it sound like he is implying something else?

Sometimes I can’t help but wonder if Frances talk frivolously, or I have read too much in his words.

The phone vibrates in my hand. I look down. It is a text message from Noah.

I don’t dare to click on the message because Frances is here.

So I am only able to see the first few words.

Honey, tomorrow morning I am going to...

For fear that Frances may grab my phone again, I quickly put it in my pocket.

My hand is injured. If I need someone to take care of me, you will be around." Frances

you need someone to take care of you? You only injured your hand." I speak

smiles at me and walks to the

do to Noah. But it is more likely that I am reluctant to leave

I stay.

Frances, I can hear his breathing gradually calming down.

at him. There is a faint smile at the corner

about to smile so sweetly? No matter who it

and close

it sounds like Frances gets up. But I am so sleepy that I don’t

a while, then goes into the

seconds later, he shouts from

"Jane."

I didn’t answer.

have no choice but to get up. I walk to the door half-asleep and ask in a dull voice. "What

take off my pants. I can’t do

in a

Take off his pants?!

Frances’ body, but it's another thing to take

feel too shy no matter how I look at