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 feel

his best to endure

couldn't help but hug

time, his body

that I finally feel relaxed and I hug him and fall

I wake up,

head and stares at me with

get up and anxiously ask him, "Frances, are

to

he kisses me

he finally let me go. He stares at me and says seriously, "But Jane, nothing could be compared to drug addiction. I don't know how long it will take me to get rid of this drug

kidding? How can I lock you up by

telling you my decision. Either you send

enough, Frances doesn't give

rehab or tie him up and lock

in comparison, I would rather

the very least, in this way, he