You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

He leaned in too close and her face burned a little.

“If you don't take it off, I'm going to do it myself." He came close to her ear and spoke evilly.

Even his hand, which had reached her collar, took advantage of her inattention and unbuttoned two buttons, revealing her bare white neck. "Wait, I'll do it myself."

Joyce suddenly held his hand, unable to let him do whatever he wanted.

She moved away from his hand and took off her jacket herself, needing to take off another sweater.

“You turn around. I'm going to undress."

Luther looked at her funny, "You still have a shirt inside, it's not like you're not wearing anything, what's wrong with taking off a sweater? I can't look?" Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"You!" Joyce couldn't get angry, so she had to turn around and take off her sweater herself.

is thin, tight fitting, almost transparent, wrapped around her exquisite figure, the rise and fall of her chest is even more visible. Luther watched her from behind, and just seeing the soft lines of her back, he already felt his whole body tense up and his breath freeze. She did not dare

buttoning up the

her back to him and

dressed, she straightened her collar and smoothed out the slight

around and

voice rang out, low and

She turned around slowly.

is

in front of him. The dark green uniform, color pale as the sky, the straight posture, the pure gold dazzling

features, cold and haughty temperament, calm and introspective, long sharp and flowing hair,

exudes a valiant heroism, and at other times a soft

tugged at the collar. Why did he look at her with such astonishment? What was wrong with it? Or was

ime for her to wear this kind of military uniforms, there is no

more. Did she look very strange, or should she

reach up and