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.

desperate enough

they still could

brought tears to her eyes, which had already

out and stroked

been very painful and hard for

exactly did they suffer that day? She had no idea what happened. But she

heard that Luther was seriously injured and hospitalized and had not appeared in the group, and she only met

his rigid lips, gently rubbing the

in the police station, she slipped and fell with him

and warm. It was her first kiss and it was still unforgettable. She found

her small hands

reaching out fiercely

wouldn't let go, as if he was

cheeks burned instantly. She stole a