You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

He kissed and kissed, and felt the person in his arms, gradually no movement.

I left her lips fondly, only to find that she had fallen asleep. She is as sick as she is drunk, her cheeks are red and on fire, she is delirious, and she is usually rarely seen playing the little woman, and only at this time can she have the pleasure of seeing it.

Really, irritable and cute.

“Puffing”, he let out a low laugh.

Lay the sleeping woman flat and low, with her head on a comfortable pillow and her arm adjusted to a position that facilitates infusion.

He looked down at himself and shook his head helplessly, already titillated by her and about to go crazy. there was a cold shower in the VIP detention room, so it looked like he had to go take a shower.

On second thought, if he also froze and caught a cold, wouldn't there be no one to take care of her?

It's also contagious to Andres.

Never mind, he endured the heat, took off his jacket and lay down half beside her.

Taking out his cell phone, he dialed Ivy.

fever. I'm hanging out

Knowles going to

goes down. You take care of Andres, take him to bed, and tell him that Mommy

worry. It's what I should

Luther hung up

Joyce moved.

smoothly took her

cold and curled

out to gently stroke

nice it would be to be able to hold her like this all the time. Gradually, he got a little tired

in to change the infusion, the movement was light, but he woke

forehead, and the temperature had receded

bottom of her body

more at ease and fell asleep with her in his arms again. When I woke up again, it was light

Joyce's indwelling

her body, soft underneath, and I do not know

clearly that she was sleeping in Luther's arms, she realized