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.

to go home." She was so burned that she was confused and became

child and hang on to

barely able to wrap his arms around her, she was picking at him

is the cutest when she is

stood by, a little

Had to look away.

somewhat less than

she has recognized the two people in front of her, the woman is precisely the Major General Joyce in tonight's press conference, and the man, naturally, is the famous

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

need a shot, you're burning up

around him, her voice begging, "Don't you want to kiss me? I'll let you kiss me

Luther, "..."

was his turn to be

nurse was still standing at her heels as

the kind of thing you can bargain

without warning, Joyce raised her head, her right hand pulled down his neck, and

was so fast that he didn't have time