In My Desperate Time

“Frances, don’t you want to tell me you love Hilda?” I ask him loudly. Because of great tension, my voice can’t help trembling.
“I won't like Hilda. I can tell you with certainty that I love you and I only have you in my heart. But please be more tolerant to Hilda
and don't make troubles unreasonably, okay?" Frances said helplessly.
“Unreasonable? You think I am unreasonable? Since Hilda is reasonable, now go find her. Leave me alone!” I shout and slam
the door. My heart is broken. I know that I look like a shrew who quarrel with husband, but I couldn't help myself. Once I think
Frances favor Hilda, I get furious. I don’t want to get angry on him, but why does the relationship between us change like this?
With my back pressing tightly against the door, I lower my body weakly.
Dinner time, Frances comes to call me. However, I don’t want to eat, let alone open the door. “I don’t want to see you, leave now!
I don’t want to eat even if I starve to death.”
Soon, the sound of footsteps dies away. Is Frances gone? Doesn’t he try to persuade me? Shouldn’t he comfort me? “Jerk!” I
curse angrily.
“Who is a jerk?” Frances’s voice shocks me. I raise my head and find that he is looking at me helplessly with food in hand.
Oops! I forgot that he can come in through another room. Although I cursed him just now, I am not guilty at all, instead I say
rather confidently, "It’s clear who is a jerk!"
“Well, stop that, eat some food.” He comes over, puts the food in front of me and says softly, “You can get angry on me but you
should take good care of your own body. If you are ill due to hunger, who is gonna give birth for me?” When saying, he sits next
to me, leans his head on my shoulder, and rubs it slightly. Is he being affectionate now? Not having seen such a “meek” side of
Frances before, most of my anger disappears at once. Glare at him angrily, I say sullenly, “I won’t give birth for you, you can ask
Hilda to do you the favor.”
“I only love you, so I only want you to give birth for me.” He raises his head and kisses my lips secretly.
At this moment, my anger totally disappears. In addition, I’m hungry and the food seems delicious. I have no reason to abuse
myself. However, if I eat them now, is it shameful? I snort coldly, curl my lips and say, "Who would want to eat the things you
brought from the bathroom?”
“Then how about feeding you? Do you want to eat then?” By saying so, he begins to put the food into my mouth. How can I
refuse the food just outside of my mouth? Besides, it’s a rare opportunity to be fed by Frances, how can I miss it? Thinking that, I
open my mouth and gobble down the food with no qualms. Maybe I am really hungry, or the food is too delicious, I eat up all the

food he brought. Looking at the empty plates, I feel a little embarrassed. I take out the tissue and wipe my mouth, then I turn my
head and say to Frances, "I have ate up, you can go now. Don’t forget that we are still in the cold war.”
“Since you are cold, let us do some warm-up.” By saying so, he presses me against the bed and begins to touch me with his
hands.
“What are you doing? I just ate up, I am very full now!”
“Don’t you know there is a saying called fullness and warmness cause lust?"
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