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.

the drugs in her body recoiled wildly. It was what caused her to become very uncomfortable

moment that she must

and I will carry you there." Saying

while, he carried Joyce to the

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

the sky, there was a sparse moon shadow falling

the lake, "Joyce, how do

like she was melting, and her throat was parched and thirsty. She tried to speak,

scoop up the lake water to wash her face, the lake water was cold,

times, and she didn't answer him, just curled up and shivered with difficulty. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh

that she was close to falling into a

own clothes and walked into the lake with her in his arms,

and the hair close to her neck

the lake, and the lake water was not as cold as he thought. The water flowing through was really giving him