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 to use up

they still could not

lose Joyce, her best friend, forever, brought tears to her eyes,

reached out and stroked his

very

what happened. But she could imagine that it must have

injured and hospitalized and had not appeared

but stroke his rigid lips, gently rubbing the perfect curvature of his lips. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNovᴇl.nᴇt website on

she slipped and fell with him accidentally, and she kissed him on his lips

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

small hands

out fiercely to take her hand

let go, as if

that her cheeks burned