You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

"No." Joyce, who was originally looking down at her phone, looked up in feigned confusion.

The beautiful eyes were filled with amazement, "Why do you ask that?" Luther said softly, "Nothing, I don't think you're quite right tonight.” "Mommy, he thinks you're too nice to him." Anderson popped up at that moment, breaking the eerie atmosphere.

Joyce reached out and tapped Anderson's head, "You have had enough games tonight. I'll take you to the shower. You should go to bed early today. The teacher said you have got quite a lot of workout to do tomorrow, so you must have a good rest.”

"Ah. I hate that." Anderson's face turned gloomy and he pouted, "I don't want that! I don't want that.”

“Let's go." Joyce carried Anderson to the bathroom, simply pretending she hadn't heard Luther's question.

She left him waiting on purpose.

She would like to see how long he could endure. There was a kind of psychological torture. She also had to let him feel the fear of being discovered!

After giving Anderson a bath and brushing his teeth, she took a bath. She opened the bathroom door and Luther came up and carried Anderson to the room.

up after school,

my dad! Why he hasn't come in the last few days, they asked. They're all

"Dad is so handsome. Even the girls older than me all come

Kids today ... really knew too much

up and sat down next to Anderson, stroking his

beamed, "Give me

actually addressed

goodnight kiss before

habitually leaned over, ready to

was also sitting on the bed, thought Anderson was saying this to

leaned down at the same time, ready to kiss

over at the same

froze and was just about to

instinctively inclined his head and looked

the right moment to reach down and yank them both down