You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Joyce took a nap after the spa.

When I woke up, it was noon.

Luther was not around, she sat up from the bed and suddenly felt a little lost, and then she shook her head off.

How can you expect him to be by her side all the time? The brain is really burnt out.

A thermos was thoughtfully placed by the bed, and she took a few sips to moisten her throat.

Putting on a coat, she went out of the room and went to the first floor.

I didn't eat much for breakfast and felt a little hungry. It was almost noon, and Ivy was nowhere to be seen, and no lunch was prepared? A little confused, she walked into the kitchen only to find Luther standing at the guide table, his back turned to the sink, and wondering what he was doing.

"What are you doing in the kitchen?"

She made a sudden sound behind her back, and Luther, who had been concentrating, was startled when the sharp blade cut across his index finger, cutting through a gash.

and hurriedly dropped the knife in

coming out. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ

cut your finger! What

retrieved the medical kit from the living

market is a bit far, so she's not back yet." He drew back

hand over, "Even a small injury needs to be taken

cotton swab into it and wiped his wound, then applied iodine, and finally bandaged a band-aid for

the hell are you doing here?" She grumbled and

pointed to a corner of the kitchen where something seemed to be cooking in

of vegetable fragrance, she was sick, so her sense of smell was not too sharp, when she walked in before, she

just woke up, you should be hungry, I'll serve you a bowl." He was just about

Joyce pushed him away.

of color and flavor of porridge. Just looking

thing is that absolutely down

this kind of fish has a lot of thorns, surprisingly able to remove all the thorns, as well as wild duck meat, ham, afraid of the taste is too old, almost cut into fine julienne, bird's nest hair picked cleanly, without a single defect.