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.

hanging out with

is Ms. Knowles going to be okay?" Ivy asked

down. You take care of Andres, take him to bed,

I should do." Ivy

Luther hung up the

Joyce moved.

smoothly took her in

cold and curled up on his

her tenderly, reaching out to gently

to be able to hold her like this

came in to change the infusion, the movement was light, but he woke up alertly, Joyce was still

reached out and probed her forehead, and

of her

much more at ease and fell asleep with her in

removed Joyce's indwelling needle for

all over her body, soft

arms, she realized that her whole leg was pressed against the small