In My Desperate Time

"I'm fine. Really, Jane, you don't have to worry about me. I'm just a little tired and want to sleep."

He smiles at me with exhaustion and gently strokes my hair.

Frances has always liked to touch my hair.

His doting and gentle action always makes me involuntarily tempted.

All the worries turn into smoke.

I nod, hold his hand, and watch him close his eyes.

However, I know it's not just that he's tired.

He is pretending to be asleep to make me less worried.

He has always been like this. He only cares about me, but he never wants me to know how uncomfortable he is.

Frances gives me all the love; let my life from now on perfect.

Naturally, I will repay him with better love.

ward. The bed is very

this way, he may

his best to endure it, I can still feel his body trembling

hug him

his body finally becomes

I finally feel relaxed

up,

head and stares at me with a gentle

get up and anxiously ask him, "Frances, are you

to have worried

kisses me hard

take me to get rid of this drug addiction, but please believe me. For you, for the sake of the children, I will definitely quit it. From now on, if I become addicted again, tie me

I lock you up by yourself? What if

discussing this with you. I'm telling you my decision. Either you send me to

Frances doesn't give me

rehab or tie him up

I would rather choose the

in this way, he may