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.

out with her at the hospital. Won't

is Ms. Knowles going to

be back in the morning if the fever goes down. You take care of Andres, take him to

It's what I should do." Ivy hurriedly

hung up

Joyce moved.

her

cold and curled up on his chest like a

tenderly, reaching out

her like this all the time. Gradually, he got a little tired and

of the night, the nurse came in to change the infusion, the movement was light, but

and probed her forehead,

of her body is

fell asleep with her in

ago and removed Joyce's indwelling needle for the infusion.

opened her eyes, feeling much more comfortable all over her body, soft underneath, and I do

in Luther's arms, she realized that her whole leg was