You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

“I'm so uncomfortable." Joyce pulled her collar open hard, revealing a large area of skin, and finally the heat cooled down a bit. It did not really help put down the fire but it was better than nothing.

At this point, Luther recalled that Joyce was held by the masked man, and the masked man once said something like, "Luther, your woman shot and wounded so many of my brothers. I just drugged her, and I'll reward the brothers with some fun later. You just enjoy it on the side." Then later, they fought the enemies all the way to, and finally jumped down the steep slope and defused the time bomb. Crisis after crisis, danger after danger, he almost forgot about it.

"Joyce, did the man in the mask feed you something?" Luther asked distractedly.

Joyce's brain was so foggy that it was turning into a mush.

She nodded laboriously, "Well, a small bottle of liquid, I don't know what itis."

She leaned into Luther's arms, feeling so comfortable on him that it seemed to ease her hard feelings. Subconsciously, she probably understood what was going on with her. This was not the first time she had been drugged, and the last time she had felt the same way. The heat was unbearable, and she felt like a million ants were gnawing at her heart.

Only this time, because she had previously been fighting the thugs, and then they fell down a steep slope and defused a bomb. The human brain gave a stress response when it encountered something critical, causing the senses to ignore the erosion of the drug.

And just now, after the time bomb was defused, her whole body was in a relaxed state.

body recoiled wildly. It was what caused her

moment that she

down there, and I will carry you there." Saying that, he hurriedly put Joyce on his back and flew towards the foot of

short while, he carried

and many willow trees. It was night already, the wind was blowing, and the branches and leaves

was a sparse moon shadow falling on the surface of the

to the lake, "Joyce, how

uncomfortable to the extreme. She felt so powerless and hot that she felt like she was melting, and her throat was parched and thirsty. She tried to speak, but found she couldn't say a

his hands to scoop up the lake water to wash her face, the lake water was cold, but her cheeks were

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she was close to falling

one. Then he took off his own clothes and walked into the lake with

and the hair close

was not as cold as he thought. The water flowing through was really giving him incomparable relief, as if it could wash away the