You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Joyce slowly walked up to Charlotte, her voice calm and soft.

She looked down at Charlotte from above, a quiet smile blossoming on her lips.

"Do you have any wet wipes?" She reached out, asking Luther.

She knew Luther had a serious cleanliness problem now and could not stand other women touching him.

She's seen a few times where office personnel have accidentally touched him and he's had to wipe up with a wet paper towel for a long time afterwards.

She also knew in her heart that he made an exception for her. Or maybe it had something to do with her that he had developed such a serious cleanliness problem.

So, he usually carried it with him.

Sure enough, Luther took the wet wipes he carried from inside his coat pocket and handed them to Joyce.

Joyce took it and removed the wet wipes.

methodically wiped her beloved pistol,

which was touched by Charlotte, so it was too dirty. After wiping it

his hands clean again, he then discarded the wet paper

limbs continued to gurgle blood, when the pain was so

with her last breath, her face twisted like a ghost, questioning with all her might, “You ... lied

squatted in front of Charlotte, looking disgusted and disdainful, "Joke, all this time, it's been you who's been lying. Why can't we lie to you? What? How does it feel to be lied to? Isn't it

Charlotte, and he dreamed of killing

to leave

entering the rotten building, he never made a move, but just

from her mouth and looked at Luther as

with her own eyes that the bullet hit his heart, and to this day, his coat still had the scorched

How was that possible?

he be

a ghost standing in front of her? She was scared! How could she not be afraid of a ghost knocking on her door after all the bad things she had done? She showed a frightened and horrified expression, unable to

Luther laughed softly.

her, he opened the buttons of his coat to reveal the suit

the breast pocket of the suit, a special