You Hit My Heart
Chapter 1272

He kissed and kissed, and felt the person in his arms, gradually nomovement.

I left her lips fondly, only to replace that she had fallen asleep. She is assick 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 thistime 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 comfortablepillow and her arm adjusted to a position that facilitates infusion.

He looked down at himself and shook his head helplessly, alreadytitillated by her and about to go crazy. there was a cold shower in theVIP 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 therebe 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 halfbeside her.

Taking out his cell phone, he dialed Ivy.

"Hey, Ivy, Joyce has a fever. I'm hanging out with her at the hospital.Won't be back tonight."

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

“It's okay, we'll be back in the morning if the fever goes down. You takecare of Andres, take him to bed, and tell him that Mommy is not feelingwell and will be fine soon." Luther cared.

"Don't worry. It's what I should do." Ivy hurriedly responded.

After Luther hung up the phone.

Joyce moved.

He smoothly took her in his arms.

She seemed a little cold and curled up on his chest like a kitten.

He gazed at her tenderly, reaching out to gently stroke her long, softhair.

How nice it would be to be able to hold her like this all the time.Gradually, he got a little tired and fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, the nurse came in to change the infusion, themovement was light, but he woke up alertly, Joyce was still snuggled inhis arms, very quiet.

He reached out and probed her forehead, and the temperature hadreceded considerably.

The bottom of her body is still good.

He was much more at ease and fell asleep with her in his arms again.When I woke up again, it was light out.

The nurse had come in long ago and removed Joyce's indwellingneedle for the infusion. Only they both didn't wake up.

Joyce slowly opened her eyes, feeling much more comfortable all overher body, soft underneath, and I do not know what is pressed, like apillow?

When she opened her eyes and saw clearly that she was sleeping inLuther's arms, she realized that her whole leg was pressed against thesmall of his back.

"Ah." She whimpered and hurried to get up off him.

The surroundings, unfamiliar, but she had a vague impression that hehad taken her to a private hospital last night.

God, they were in a private hospital and sleeping in the same bed.Immediately afterwards, even worse memories came back to mind.She actually ... pestered him and offered to kiss him in order not to getthe shot?

God, why is she as sick as she is drunk, delirious and doing stupidthings?

It is simply groundless.

The movement of her getting up disturbs Luther.

He took her back into his arms with a long arm and cooed, "Sleep alittle longer."

Her eyes widened as she lay down again, not really knowing what tosay.

A few moments later, Luther woke up, he supported his arm, the firstthing he did was to feel her forehead, "Well, the temperature hasbasically receded, the doctor said it can only be discharged if it is below38 degrees. Otherwise, we'll have to check in today.”