You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Anderson yawned, following Julia around outside all day, he was really sleepy now.

"There's a 24-hour spa on the third floor that's hot at all times, partly open air, partly indoors, so Andres you can go straight to the shower.” Luther took a change of clothes and pajamas all out of the first floor storage room and handed them to Joyce.

Joyce took it, expressionless, he was thoughtful, and he did all the things without telling her in advance. Of course he can not tell her, after all, he gave her a sedative. Never mind, for the sake of successfully rescuing Cecelia, she does not blame him. After all, he made her worry alot less.

"Come on, Andres, I'll take you to the shower.” Joyce put her arm around Anderson and prepared to walk to the stairs.

Luther pointed out, "There are indoor elevators.”

"Oh." She responded.

“Dad, you come and wash with us." Anderson suddenly turned his head and looked at Luther with an expectant look.

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have such thoughts, after Anderson said, he automatically brainstormed a lot of restrictive plot. In turn, his whole body is hot,

a slight glare, "What are you

Anderson twinkled his big crystal eyes, "Many other children, their parents will bathe together? Isn't it normal to bring them along sometimes? I've heard that there are private hot springs for families to

Joyce, "..."

she didn't know how to answer it. She didn't realize that the kindergarteners would share this in private. Her face reddened even more, all the way to

red. Do you have a fever?" Anderson tensed up and stood on his tiptoes, trying to

come along. Come

to the side unnaturally, afraid that he might lose control if he

and mommy go to the spa, good boy." He took the

Anderson

moved and there's a lot of stuff to take care of. I'll be in the shower on the

with another sentence, "Today you are busy, but tomorrow we will all be together, so we can't go back on

Luther, "..."

promise

to, but how could Joyce