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.

bed is very big so that I

way, he

body is very cold. Although he tries his best to endure it, I can still

couldn't help but hug him

his body finally

his steady breathing that I finally feel relaxed and I hug him

up, Frances is already

his head and stares at me with a

and anxiously ask

to have

he kisses me hard on

will 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?

you my decision. Either you send me to rehab

Frances doesn't give

send him to rehab or tie him up

comparison, I would rather choose

this way, he