You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

She hurriedly used a towel and began to wipe his body — his chest, neck, and arms.

Wherever the towel went, it quickly became hot. It was true that his body was really hot, and even her heart could feel the heat.

She had no idea if it was because of his fever, or the room temperature, or something else, and even she began to feel so hot that she was sweating thinly.

She dipped the towel into the cold water, dried it out, and wiped his body, over and over again.

She had changed the towel on his forehead twice. The ice had melted and she had to get some new ones.

She kept doing the same repeatedly, until the latter part of the night. Finally she felt his body wasn't so hot anymore.

She just felt relieved.

Fortunately, he had been quite strong and he could bear all the suffering. Were it someone else, he would have long broken down. When she thought about it, she couldn't help but feel distressed.

to find Joyce, he was desperate enough to

could not

might lose Joyce, her best friend, forever, brought tears to her eyes, which had

reached out and

very

idea what happened. But she could imagine that

seriously injured and hospitalized and had not appeared in the group, and she only met

exhaustion, his injuries, his iliness, all of them made her heart ache. She could not help but stroke his rigid lips, gently rubbing

once in the police station, she slipped and fell with him accidentally, and she kissed him

It was her first kiss and it was still unforgettable. She found herself unable to take her

her small

Karl, reaching out fiercely to take her hand

he wouldn't let go, as if

shocked, so nervous that her cheeks burned instantly. She stole a glance