In My Desperate Time

Noticing my dress is torn apart and slipping, I quickly grab it and squat to cover my private parts.

Whitney is still stepping on the hem of my dress and refuses to let go.

If this continues, sooner or later she will tear my dress off me.

I am standing right in front of the air conditioner, and the cold breeze blows on my back. I get goosebumps all over me.

"Whitney, what exactly are you trying to do?" I frown at her and whisper.

Whitney sneers and ignores the strange gaze of others. She grits her teeth and says to me, "What? Are you afraid? Have you ever thought about how I felt when I was in your place? Jane, I want payback for all I have suffered! And your child will be your regret for the rest of your lives!"

She shows her hatred for me outright and steps harder on my dress.

However, why did she mention my child for no reason?

I feel my clothes falling down out of control.

He watch as the tear grows and boobs are about to be exposed.

No! No!

critical moment, I feel a burst of warmth on my

he takes off his coat to

and says in a deep voice, "Are you still waiting to

huge crowd

towards Frances, her old surging love

give up treated by

protect her for the rest of

saying that

takes me to say goodbye to Steven before leaving

wait at the entrance of the hotel for Frances to drive the car over. Steven

alone with him is still a

did you come

he be entertaining the guests

He smiles

a cigarette and waves it in front of me. "Do you

my head but feel a

remember Steven

did you get