In My Desperate Time

Next to him, sitting the nobody model-- Cindy Leigh.
Cindy Leigh rubs him with her big boobs from time to time, which makes my eyes burning.
I can't help but suspect that Frances Louis appears to refute the rumor of Steven Song.
“President Louis, you really save me from fire,” Steven Song smiles and walks there, saying this meaningfully to Frances Louis.
He thinks exactly like me.
Frances Louis laughs. He doesn’t admit nor deny. It seems these rumors have no impacts on him.
His eyes look at me, “President Song prefers a light taste recently.”
Damn him! He is clearly saying that I can’t compare to the big boobs next to him. I roll my eyes and ignore him.
I don’t want to explain my inner connotation to a shallow creature like him.
Steven Song looks at me and smiles, “don’t judge her from the appearance. The claws of this little wild cat are sharp.”
Then he takes me to our seats.
I am a little surprised that Steven Song doesn’t seem to be as dandiacal as he appears. At least he sees through me.
I think I have always put my temper down in the company, but he sees through me anyway.
“For a woman, being wild is tasteful. In particular, at certain times...” Frances Louis says lightly, and his eyes fall on me again.
I always feel that he means something.
Because his eyes are too ambiguous.
It seems that he is reminding me of that night.
I blush thinking the condition that he brings up to me that day.
In this world, there are always some people who can touch your heart in a few words.
Frances Louis is definitely one of them.

“Why are you blushing?” Steven Song adds fuel to the fire by asking me this question.
“It’s a little hot.” I blurt, and Steven Song have the air conditioner turned on.
“President Song is so sweet.” Cindy Leigh says deliberately ambiguous.
Now I am sure that the entertainment news is true.
Although the picture is blurred, the side face of Cindy Leigh is clear. But in that picture, she leans on the man eagerly.
So maybe she is rejected by Steven Song. No wonder she speaks so crossly.
Steven Song pays no attention to her. He serves me some food from time to time, totally ignoring others.
The women in the room look at me from time to time with jealous eyes. After all, except me, all the other women serve the men.
I don’t mind, just eat and drink with ease. After all, I only have ten dollars now, if I don't seize the opportunity to eat, I'm afraid
that I can’t survive.
At last, I seem to drink a little too much, and feel a faint sense to pee.
Looking at the men who have had three rounds of wine, I am embarrassed to speak out. But after holding it for a long time, I
couldn't help and get up from my seat.
Meanwhile, Frances Louis, who sits opposite, also stands up.
“I'm going to the bathroom.”
Then he looks at me, and says smilingly, “together with me?”
Damn you together!
People begin to kick up a fuss.
“President Louis, what are you going to do when you go to the bathroom with this little beauty? She comes with President Song.”
“That’s right, you can go with your little model.”
I ignore them and go straight out. I couldn't hold it anymore.

The wind blows over on the corridor, which makes me want to pee more turbulently.
I hurry to the bathroom, but behind me comes the voice of Frances Louis.
“What is your relationship with Steven Song”