You Hit My Heart
Chapter 1624: Do It Yourself

Chapter 1624: Do It Yourself

Damn man, she knew he had bad intentions from the beginning. Heused taking a bath as an excuse to tease her. Just as she was about toget angry, he leaned in and firmly grasped her lips with his thin ones.

In the bathroom, the water faucet fell to the ground, spraying watereverywhere, and the hot steam filled the room, making it hazy andindistinct.

The intense and hot kiss continued to escalate and entangle. Lutherheld up her chin with one hand and quietly unbuttoned her buttons withthe other. The clothes slowly fell to the ground.

In the room, on the big bed, after taking a bath. Luther was lying flat onthe bed, his upper body bare, and his lower body wrapped in a towel.Because his wound got wet during the bath, he needed to disinfect andapply ointment again.

Joyce, dressed in a bathrobe, brought a first aid kit and took out gauze,disinfectant, tweezers and other tools to clean Luther's wound. He hadmore than a dozen stitches on his abdomen, even with the use ofcosmetic needles, the scar would probably still be left.

When she was cleaning, Luther made a soft groan, "It hurts, be gentle.”Joyce glared at him angrily, “You know how to hurt? You could havetaken a bath properly, and the wound wouldn't have been soaked inwater. You're not helping the wound recover by doing this.”

Despite her complaints, she still used a gentler approach. The bath justnow was too hot, and his kiss made her lose herself to the point whereshe almost couldn't replace herself. They were honest with each other, andher cheeks were still so hot she could boil an egg.

Luckily, he had some self-awareness and didn't make any furthermoves. Joyce helped him reapply the ointment and put on the plaster,and just as she was about to get up, her wrist was suddenly held byhim.

"Don't go," Luther's voice was hoarse.

"What else do you want to do?" Joyce glared at him, turning her head.“I'm uncomfortable," Luther glanced at his lower body, “I can't take itanymore."

“It's your own fault!" Joyce's eyes widened, "If you knew it would be likethis, why play with fire in the bathroom?"

Luther pulled her into his arms with force, "You know what I want."

"I don't want to. Absolutely not." Joyce understood what he meant, andher cheeks became even hotter. “The doctor said you couldn't dostrenuous exercise. Don't even think about it." He was too outrageous.He didn't even realize how many injuries he had. He was still thinkingabout this kind of thing.

Luther firmly held her arm, his handsome face carrying a hint of evil."Can you bear to watch me suffer? The doctor said I couldn't dostrenuous exercise, but..."

He paused and suddenly lowered her, his hot lips almost touching herear. "But you can move. You come by yourself, okay? Like last time."Joyce's mind almost exploded in an instant. Her face turned red, andher heart was beating so fast that it was beyond words to describe herfeelings at the moment. He actually, actually let her take the initiative?And he had the nerve to bring up last time?

She now realized that last time she must have been drunk and heprobably induced her to do it. This shameless and bottomless man.Just as she was about to explode in anger, he whined, "Help me. I'mreally dying.”

Afterwards, Joyce lay on the bed, her heart beating continuously at arate of over 150, unable to calm down. Luther hugged her in his arms,satisfied and relaxed.

She couldn't understand how she had agreed to his unreasonablerequest. It was just because he said he was dying. Now, her body hadgained a great satisfaction, but her heart was full of regret.

She was too... She couldn't even bear to think back on herself just now.Last time, she could be excused for being drunk and crazy, but thistime, she was clearly sober and still did such a bold thing. She wascrazy, absolutely crazy.

She turned her back, not wanting to look at him. Luther smiled as hewatched the back of her head, feeling extremely accomplished. Her hotside was only for him to see.

He enjoyed seeing her lose control, and after enjoying it enough justnow, he was extremely satisfied at the thought that she, who usuallyremained aloof and reserved, was now confused and infatuated withhim. Having taken advantage, he no longer acted coy. He smiled lightlyand embraced her from behind, even though she was still gasping forbreath. "Go to bed early,” he said, kissing the back of her head beforeturning off the remote control light. Although the room was dark, theambiguous atmosphere flowing in the room did not diminish in theslightest.

Joyce was really tired, her eyelids were extremely heavy, and hisembrace made her feel particularly at ease. After several days ofcontinuous tension, she was able to sleep peacefully at home for thefirst ime, and her body and mind were relaxed. She gradually closedher eyes and fell into a deep sleep in his warm embrace.

On the other side, at the Jennifer College of Music in the Capital, afterthe warlord's matter was resolved, Chris assisted Cecelia in finishingup the work, as well as dispatching special personnel to deal with theremaining small number of stubborn elements and those who knewthey were guilty and resisted. Within two days, all the rebelliousremnants were eliminated. This night, after the last rebel was resolved,the entire matter was considered completely over. Chris ordered thespecial personnel he brought to withdraw from Pascaylia and return toAlvonia early the next day. They had been out for too long, it was timeto go back. As for him, he wanted to stay a few more days.

The body's reaction is the most honest. A few days ago, he was busyrecovering the warlords and hadn't contacted Nina. Tonight, as soon ashe finished his work, the first thing he did was drive to the JenniferCollege of Music in the Capital. Spring had already arrived, and therewas a hint of spring in the air at night. He opened the car window, andthe warm and gentle breeze blew in, causing his bangs to lightly flutter.He was in a good mood all the way.

Last time, he and Nina parted ways in the hotel, and she angered himto the point of having a headache. After Joyce's reminder and Dr.Knight's conversation, he gradually realized that he would give her timeand not push her too hard. He drove to the dormitory building whereNina was staying and two guards immediately greeted him respectfullyupon seeing him get out of the car. "Chris, you're here.” Chris nodded."How's she doing recently?" The guard replied, "Very normal, punctualattendance, violin practice at night. Following your instructions, no malestudent dares to approach her. There is also no online bullying.Although she doesn't eat much and seems to have a poor appetite, shetries to eat every meal.” "Got it," Chris waved his hand, indicating thatthey could leave. He walked alone to the bottom of her dormitorybuilding, looked up at the room where Nina was staying, the light wason, and the curtains were tightly closed. The dim yellow light flickeredweakly, and a smile curved his lips. He shouted loudly to the top of thebuilding, "Nina, I'll count to ten, and you come down immediately!Otherwise, I'll tear this place down!" He knew she could hear him. Thedormitory had poor sound insulation, and she should be able to hearthe sound of him driving over. "Ten, nine, eight... three, two..." When hewas about to count down to one, a pure white figure hurriedly ran out ofthe corridor...