Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder (ADHD)

  I walked to the first floor and saw Bawang still in the same posture, nestled on the sofa. I thought about sneaking out quietly again, but I felt that I would die an even more miserable death. I walked lightly to Bawang's side, he was staring blankly, I didn't dare call him, so I just stood there foolishly waiting for him to discover me on his own.

  But his eyes were fixed on the screen, treating me as a transparent person. I clearly felt the paper towel slowly getting wet, and I didn't know how long it could last. This kind of game, I really can't play, I smiled and shouted "boss".

  The overbearing man didn't respond, I think he's doing it on purpose, he knows I'm talking to him. All I can do is lower my head and tell him in a very soft tone that I'm not convenient today. As the playboy of the pleasure quarters, he naturally understands the implication behind my words. He glanced at me once, then withdrew his gaze from me, I have no idea whether he's telling me to get lost or not allowing me to leave.

  I stood still, neither moving nor not moving. A hot rush came down and my thighs were a bit sticky. I couldn't care about anything else, so I raised my head to look at the boss, raised my voice a few decibels, and shouted again that I wasn't ready.

  He finally looked me straight in the eye, although I was clearly looking down at him, but I felt that he had suppressed me with his momentum. He stood up from the sofa and threw the remote control in his hand to the side with force, scowling at me and cursing, "Damn it."

  I was waiting for his next sentence to tell me to get out, but unexpectedly he picked up the phone and dialed a number. I don't know who he's talking to, but he ordered someone to buy sanitary napkins in his usual commanding tone. The other party seemed familiar with him and asked a few questions, but he was unhappy and retorted, "Mind your own business, as long as it's not for your mother-in-law, that's all that matters."

  I was startled by what he said, and my head, which had been lowered, suddenly jerked up to look at his profile. The overbearing man turned his face towards me, furrowing his brow as he asked, "Hey, what's with you?"

  Ah! My mind hasn't turned around yet, he's not a patient person, the phone was thrust into my arms, meaning I had to answer it. I held the receiver and softly greeted the person on the other end of the line.

  The man laughed and said he thought the other person was a woman. He asked me what brand of sanitary napkin I used, ABC, Sofy, or Whisper. Hearing the man fluently mention the names of sanitary napkins made me feel strange, so I hastily hung up the phone after blurting out an answer.

  The tyrant sat back on the sofa, but switched to another American channel and watched with relish. My gaze fell uncontrollably on the tyrant's back, I didn't understand what he was thinking, nor did I understand what he wanted to do. He should have let me roll out and made another phone call to invite other women over.

  The tyrant wasn't someone who played by the rules to begin with, so whatever! I don't want to waste my energy trying to figure it out. I sat quietly next to him, occasionally lowering my head to glance at the sofa, worried that blood would seep from his pants and stain the sofa, which would be a loss of face all the way back to my grandma's house.

  After a while, the tyrant suddenly turned his head and stared at me with dissatisfaction, his eyes as if he wanted to strangle me. He picked up a pillow and slammed it into my face, roaring "You damn well have ADHD, right? Can't even watch TV quietly, if you move again, I'll make your old man squat in the corner!

  I think he's just sick, watching his TV, what's it got to do with me? But others have money and power, their dads have even more money and power, I can only sit still.