You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

After dropping these words, Luther grabbed Joyce and pushed his way through the crowd, dragging her all the way to the backstage dressing room.

Martha was pushed into the car booth by Luther.

Although a little frightened and unsettled.

But out of her professional instinct, she immediately found her form, and with a few elegant steps, she arrived at the vintage car with a sexy and hot posture.

However, since there was Joyce as a contrast just now, immediately Martha's red dress and makeup seemed out of place.

Joyce's dress and makeup were just a perfect match for today’s theme. However low and sexy Martha's neckline might be, the crowd around her just would not feel interested.

The crowd at the bottom "booed" a lot.

There was even a big uproar.

"Get off the stage, get off the stage!"

"We want the fairy just now!"

the stage, get off

the

moment, hurriedly changed her signature pose and leaned sideways against the side of the car, revealing her

she could just do well when she returned to

glad that Luther, seeing Joyce instead of herself on the stage, was so angry on the spot that he personally went on stage and drove Joyce down. She felt

that Luther

on her lips, and her

below the booth, the discussion had secretly gone

what a pity that the fairy

Luther

it himself." "Yeah, that makes sense, why else would Luther take off his suit and wrap it around

if he does

it loud and clear from the

was blue and white for a while, and her facial muscles kept

move. Luther actually did not want Joyce to be looked at by other men? What a strong jealousy?

to think that Luther was helping her to oust Joyce from her

that in Luther's mind, it was simply ok that she was looked at by all the men, and he simply did not care. Joyce, on the other hand, was something he wanted to hide and didn’t

like she was poured over with a basin of ice water to the end. She was shivering from the cold, and this blow was far worse than the constant "boo"

and her original professional signature movements were all forgotten at this