You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Joyce will believe it, though dazed, but stares at him warily.

Luther was not kind enough to pull her pants down smoothly. Then he took out a set of pajamas from the bed and changed her into them. What did she take him for? He was horny, but not so much that he was thinking about making love to her when she was like this.

Joyce was a little confused from the burn and fell into his arms, eyes closed.

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The nurse dispensed the medication and pushed the infusion cart in. "Hit the left hand or the right hand?" The nurse asked.

Luther gently stroked Joyce's cheek, her face scarlet, like dyed with two hues of red, extraordinarily beautiful.

"Hit the left hand.” He lifted her left sleeve, revealing her long, slender, lotus root arm.

As if feeling cold.

Joyce woke up again and opened her eyes to see the nurse standing in front of the bed, holding a very thick IV needle in her phone.

went white, "No, I don't want an infusion. I want to go home." She was so burned that she was confused and became more

up like a child and hang on

picking at him like an octopus, just to

is the cutest when she is drunk. The other is when she is sick and

stood by,

Had to look away.

somewhat

in front of her, the woman is precisely the

contrast would be so great in front of the stage and under the mirror. No matter how powerful a strong woman is, when she is sick, in front

a shot, you're burning

around him, her voice begging, "Don't you want to kiss me? I'll let you kiss me once. No, two times is fine. Don't you give me an

Luther, "..."

was his turn to

nurse was still standing at her heels as she

kind of

right hand pulled down his neck,

so fast that he didn't have time to