Female Novel
Chapter 1272
He kissed and kissed, and felt the person in his arms, gradually no movement.
I left her lips fondly, only to find that she had fallen asleep. She is as sick 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
this time 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 comfortable pillow and her arm adjusted to a
position that facilitates infusion.
He looked down at himself and shook his head helplessly, already titillated by her and about to go
crazy. there was a cold shower in the VIP 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 there be 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 half beside 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.novelbin
"It's okay, we'll be back in the morning if the fever goes down. You take care of Andres, take him to
bed, and tell him that Mommy is not feeling well 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, soft hair.
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, the movement was light, but he
woke up alertly, Joyce was still snuggled in his arms, very quiet.
He reached out and probed her forehead, and the temperature had receded 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 indwelling needle for the infusion. Only they
both didn't wake up.
Joyce slowly opened her eyes, feeling much more comfortable all over her body, soft underneath, and I
do not know what is pressed, like a pillow?
When she opened her eyes and saw clearly that she was sleeping in Luther's arms, she realized that
her whole leg was pressed against the small of his back.
"Ah." She whimpered and hurried to get up off him.
The surroundings, unfamiliar, but she had a vague impression that he had 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 get the shot?
God, why is she as sick as she is drunk, delirious and doing stupid things?
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 a little longer."
Her eyes widened as she lay down again, not really knowing what to say.
A few moments later, Luther woke up, he supported his arm, the first thing he did was to feel her
forehead, "Well, the temperature has basically receded, the doctor said it can only be discharged if it is
below 38 degrees. Otherwise, we'll have to check in today."