You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

"Hey, hey, sorry, you guys go on." lvy hurriedly pulled Anderson out of the room, and then "bang", closed the door.

"We really don't ..." Joyce opened her mouth, but words had failed her. She had no idea how to explain.

Luther lazily embraced her and leaned back against the back of the bed, "It's futile to explain, so it's better not to say anything. Let's lie down a little longer.”

"Get the hell out of my way!"

Joyce was a bit angry and gave him a hard stare.

She spaced Luther hard, got up off him, went into the bathroom, and locked the door behind her.

She then turned on the shower, and the hot water washed over her body, washing away the exhaustion, along with the bad luck of last night.

She avoided the mask on her face and tried her best to keep that away from the water.

This was her last mask, and for the time being she had no time to return to Mufron to get a new one. If this mask was destroyed again, she would have to show her true face.

taking a shower, she took her pajamas out of the bathroom cabinet and changed

want to go anywhere today. She just wanted to stay home with Anderson and rest for the day, so she simply changed into her

she opened the door, Luther was standing in front of the door, leaning

are you doing? I think you should go back now." Joyce raised her eyebrows in question. He was really a

early morning and didn't have time to take a shower. It's hot in the bathroom, so I'll go in and wash up too."

can't go back to your own apartment and take a shower? Why do you have to wash here?" Joyce sounded dissatisfied, "And I have no clothes for

from behind him and waved them

that come from?" Joyce's eyes widened in

You don't know? It's been in the closet in your room for a few days. I have two sets of clothes, and two pajamas.” Luther reached out and pointed to

"What! Hey!"

looked gloomy. Ivy really thought that the two of

to put his clothes inside her closet! Before she had time to make a sound, Luther had already crossed her, walked directly into the bathroom, and in front of her, took off his

a cooked shrimp, stammering, “Don't ... don't

I wash without taking it off? Do?

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