You Hit My Heart
Chapter 1305

Chapter 1305

Once I opened my mouth, I realized that my voice was hoarse.

Luther joked, "Speak slowly, speak softly, take it easy, use your voicetoo much last night, your throat needs a good recuperation.”

Joyce just felt a "boom" in her head.

The words, said too ambiguous, her cheeks burning general.

Luther saw her with the blanket in his arms, "As you can see,everything that should have happened last night happened. Are youhungry? Are you tired? I'll go get you something to eat, okay?"

She bit her lip and didn't say anything.

A few fragments of images suddenly flashed through the mind.

She was on top, he was on the bottom.

Crazy move.

Her beautiful eyes were wide open, my God, she was the one who tookthe initiative? It's crazy, it's crazy!

She felt ashamed and let out a low cry, burying herself inside theblanket and refusing to show her face. God, she really can not drink,after drinking is too exaggerated, completely out of control.

Luther saw her cowering, and from what he knew about her, he knew inhis heart that she must recall a few moments, but not all of them."What's wrong?" He pulled the covers down to reveal her head, "First ofall, for the record, I didn't force you."

Which pot does not mention the pot.

Chagrined, she questioned, "Why didn't you stop me?"

He pretended to be difficult, with an innocent face, "I can't stop it.""You!" She was so angry that she was speechless. If he had intendedto stop her, he could still not stop her. Damn man, surely he was goingalong with the flow.

She felt like she was going crazy, not to mention that she hadn'tthought she would take the initiative.

And, it was so intense.

The most crucial, or in the Heath residence, she was back in her ownhome for the first time. Surprisingly, in her own home, with him ...

She rubbed her brow and felt even more ashamed that Andres musthave slept with Cecelia last night.

Her voice was muffled, and with so much movement, I wonder if shewas found.

When she thought about it, she wanted to die.

Luther rubbed the top of her hair.

This originator, who obviously got his way, pretended to be calm at thispoint, "We are a couple, this is normal. Good girl, do you want to eat?""Get the hell out of here!" Joyce let out a low curse and glared at himwithout good grace.

Suddenly, her eyes turned stern, not right, she always felt thatsomething was wrong.

Last night she didn't want to drink, Luther knew that she couldn't drinkand had poor taste in alcol, yet he didn't stop her, instead of stoppingher, he agreed to her having half a glass of wine?

Damn, could it be this man's conspiracy?

She narrowed her eyes and glared at him, "Are you punking me?"Luther's heart "stuttered", did she replace out? He pretended to be calm,"What's wrong with you? You were lying on the floor after the showerand couldn't get up, so I had to carry you to the bed, and then youpestered me, I'm a normal man ..."

His eyes turned sultry, “I couldn't say no, you ..."

“That's enough, don't say anymore." She exasperatedly stopped himfrom saying more bashful words.

Wrapped in her blanket, she tried to get out of bed and go to thebathroom to wash up.

After landing on her feet, she suddenly sat on the edge of the bed anddidn't move a muscle.

Luther asked suspiciously, "What's wrong?"

She looked back, biting her red lips, ashamed, embarrassed to theextreme, "I, my legs are weak, I can't walk ..."

Man, how intense was last night?