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 the knife in

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What are you doing in the kitchen

hurriedly retrieved the medical kit from the living

off first against the faucet. “Ivy, I sent her to buy sturgeon, the market is a bit far, so she's not back yet." He drew back his hand, "It's okay, just a little scratch. It's not a deep

over, "Even a small injury needs to be

it and

here?" She grumbled and

He pointed to a corner of the kitchen where something seemed to be cooking in a pot, "Don't

so her sense of smell was not too

I'll serve you a bowl."

Joyce pushed him away.

open, a pot of color and

most critical thing is that absolutely down hard

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. The