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.

her from behind, and just seeing the soft lines

buttoning up the

turned her back to him and

dressed, she straightened her collar and smoothed out

and

voice rang out, low and

She turned around slowly.

is completely turned

the last string of the whole body, instantly tensed up. He no longer knew what adjectives could describe her in front of him. The dark green uniform, color pale as the sky, the straight posture,

and haughty temperament, calm and introspective,

exudes a valiant heroism, and at other times a soft

Is it weird?" Joyce subconsciously tugged at the collar. Why did he look at her with such astonishment? What was wrong with it? Or was she not dressed properly? Did her

of military uniforms, there is no mirror at the lounge, she can not

doubts even more. Did she look very

to reach up