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.

infusion. I want to go home." She was so burned that she was confused and became more

child and hang on to his

picking at him like

cutest when she is drunk. The other is when she is

nurse stood by, a

Had to look away.

picture is somewhat less

the Major General

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

you're burning up too

against him capriciously, her arms wrapped tightly 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

Luther, "..."

his turn to be

standing at her

the kind of thing you

warning, Joyce raised her head, her right hand pulled down his neck, and her hot

he