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.

dropped

to him and found that he had cut his finger and blood was coming out. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FindNøvᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in

cut your finger! What are you doing

retrieved the medical kit

to buy sturgeon, the market is a bit far, so she's

over, "Even a small injury needs

she took out antiseptic water, dipped a cotton swab into it and wiped his wound, then applied iodine,

the hell are you doing here?" She grumbled and complained,

lunch.” He pointed to a corner of the kitchen where something seemed to be cooking

sick, so her sense of smell

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

Joyce pushed him away.

of color and flavor of porridge. Just looking

most critical thing is that absolutely down

afraid of the taste is too old, almost cut into fine julienne, bird's nest hair picked cleanly, without a single defect. The diced vegetables are neatly and carefully cut.