Female Novel
Chapter 1271
Joyce will believe it, though dazed, but stares at him warily.
Luther was not kind enough to pull her pants down smoothly. Then he took out a set of pajamas from
the bed and changed her into them. What did she take him for? He was horny, but not so much that he
was thinking about making love to her when she was like this.
Joyce was a little confused from the burn and fell into his arms, eyes closed.
About another fifteen minutes passed.
The nurse dispensed the medication and pushed the infusion cart in.
"Hit the left hand or the right hand?" The nurse asked.
Luther gently stroked Joyce's cheek, her face scarlet, like dyed with two hues of red, extraordinarily
beautiful.
"Hit the left hand." He lifted her left sleeve, revealing her long, slender, lotus root arm.
As if feeling cold.
Joyce woke up again and opened her eyes to see the nurse standing in front of the bed, holding a very
thick IV needle in her phone.
Her face went white, "No, I don't want an infusion. I want to go home."novelbin
She was so burned that she was confused and became more capricious, struggling to get up.
Play up like a child and hang on to his whole body.
Luther struggled to hold her down, barely able to wrap his arms around her, she was picking at him like
an octopus, just to avoid the shot. At this moment, he had a deep sense of powerlessness.
It turns out that Joyce is the cutest when she is drunk. The other is when she is sick and feverish.
"Ahem." The nurse stood by, a little embarrassed.
Had to look away.
The picture is somewhat less than childish.
In fact, she has recognized the two people in front of her, the woman is precisely the Major General
Joyce in tonight's press conference, and the man, naturally, is the famous richest Luther.
I didn't expect that Joyce's contrast would be so great in front of the stage and under the mirror. No
matter how powerful a strong woman is, when she is sick, in front of a man, she is like a child.
"Be good, you need a shot, you're burning up too much." He coaxed patiently.
"Don't." She peeled against him capriciously, her arms wrapped tightly around him, her voice begging,
"Don't you want to kiss me? I'll let you kiss me once. No, two times is fine. Don't you give me an
injection, okay?"
Luther, "..."
It was his turn to be embarrassed.
The nurse was still standing at her heels as she babbled.
Is this the kind of thing you can bargain for?
Suddenly, without warning, Joyce raised her head, her right hand pulled down his neck, and her hot
lips, directly over his thin lips.
It was so fast that he didn't have time to react.
The hot temperature, so hot that even his cheeks rose in temperature with it.
In order to avoid the injection, she even took the initiative to kiss him, she is also no one.
Although he was happy for her to take the initiative, ...
After all, there was a nurse standing next to it!!!
He kissed her back gently, saw the right moment, grabbed her left arm and handed it to the nurse.
The nurse understood, blushed, tried to avoid looking at their aromatic images, grabbed Joyce's hand,
fast and accurate, stuck the IV needle in, fixed the bandage, and finished in one go.
Feeling the sting, Joyce frowned and let out a soft muffled grunt, only to be swallowed up by Luther's
gradually deepening passionate kiss.
The nurse's cheeks rolled as she hooked up Joyce's water and rushed out of the VIP holding room.
She is not married yet, such a restrictive picture truly can not look down.