I am a little annoyed after feeding a few pieces.
Frances eats slowly. He eats a few pieces of apples for nearly half an hour. I don’t have time to be
wasted on this.
"You can enjoy the rest by yourself. I'm leaving." I stand up while curling my lips.
"But you haven’t fed me yet, how can you leave?" I hear him joking behind me.
Fed?
Why does it sound like he is implying something else?
Sometimes I can’t help but wonder if Frances talk frivolously, or I have read too much in his words.
The phone vibrates in my hand. I look down. It is a text message from Noah.
I don’t dare to click on the message because Frances is here.
So I am only able to see the first few words.
Honey, tomorrow morning I am going to...
For fear that Frances may grab my phone again, I quickly put it in my pocket.
"You can spend the night here. My hand is injured. If I need someone to take care of me, you will be
around." Frances says.
"Why would you need someone to take care of you? You only injured your hand." I speak up without
thinking too much.
"You'll find out soon." He smiles at me and walks to the bed leisurely to lie down.
Maybe it is because I fear what Frances may do to Noah. But it is more likely that I am reluctant to
leave him.
I stay.
Lying next to Frances, I can hear his breathing gradually calming down.
I turn my head to look at him. There is a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.
Who does he dream about to smile so sweetly? No matter who it is, it wouldn’t be me, right?
I smile wryly and close my eyes.
In a daze, it sounds like Frances gets up. But I am so sleepy that I don’t open my eyes.
He sits on the bed for a while, then goes into the bathroom.
A few seconds later, he shouts from the inside.
"Jane."
I didn’t answer.
Frances shouts again patiently. I have no choice but to get up. I walk to the door half-asleep and ask in
a dull voice. "What do you want?! It’s time for bed!"
"Come in and take off my pants. I can’t do it with my hands."
He says in a low voice.
Take off his pants?!
It is one thing that I have seen Frances’ body, but it's another thing to take off his pants with my hands.
I feel too shy no matter how I look at it.
Moreover, I assume he can do it with one hand.
I hesitate for a few seconds without saying a word.
"Hurry up." Frances urges inside. "Are you forcing me to use some special means so that you will come
in?"
I don’t know what his special means are, but it definitely is not what I want.
I can only bite the bullet and go in.
Frances stands in front of the urinal with no expression on his indifferent face.
I turn my head away and fumble around his lower body for a while. Only to find that his zipper is a bit
complicated, and it is not easy to pull down with one hand.
I don’t dare to look at Frances, so it takes me a while to help him with the zipper.
Just then, I hear the sound of splashing water.
I instantly blush being in such an embarrassing vibe.
Frances must have been holding his pee back for a long time because I hear the splashing went on for
a while.
After going to the toilet, he walks outside without telling me. So, I just go out behind him. My eyes fall
on the phone beside my bed.
Why does it look a bit different from where I put it?
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