In My Desperate Time

The sudden sound frightens me.

I turn around and see Frances leaning against the door.

Damn it!

He sleeps so well just now, doesn't he? Why does he suddenly wake up?

He holds a photo.

I face the back of the photo and can't see what's on it at all.

However, seeing that Frances looks self-assured, he must hold the photo he sees earlier.

Damn, he hides it up. No wonder I can't find it.

Being caught on the spot, I am so embarrassed.

However, I straighten up and say brazenly, "No, I can't fall sleep at night, so I find a book to read."

"You can't fall sleep? It seems that I haven't done my best so you still have the strength to move."

The man puts on a mischievous smile and throws me a careful look.

so ashamed that I don't even have the courage to

knows how weak my legs are now! If it weren't for my strong curiosity, I would

just want to

I go on babbling.

it or not, he has no proof that I

take a look and says regretfully, "I thought you wanted to see this photo. Since you're not interested in it, there's no point in

What does he mean?

it out, Frances tears the

"Hey, you..."

out but only grit

throws the sheds into the trash can and strides

out so much this

gently places me on the

goodness, I am

to press himself up against me, I hurriedly say, "No, no, no, I'm really tired. That's it.

speak, I keep my body tensed up, with my eyes

no other choice. I'm nervous, since Frances is not likely to let

sneer comes above

he lies down and gently hugs me in

that I fall asleep