Female Novel
Chapter 1277
She had to turn around again, "How can I undress if you don't go out?"
"You take it off, and I promise not to look." He laughed softly.
What the hell?
Joyce is speechless, just, in his territory, she can not help him.
With her back to him, she pulled off her soaked shirt. And the bottoms. Then she squeezed the soaked
clothes slightly dry and placed them next to the spa.
Luther kept surveying her smooth spine, her long, slender lotus arms, and after a little wine, his
breathing became rapid. Damn, I really don't know, torturing her or torturing himself.
Joyce kept her back to him as she submerged herself in the water, her long hair soaking through and
soothing her body.
Although she was still feverish, but felt the temperature, as sweating passed. It seems that the body
temperature gradually dropped, and the whole person's spirit recovered much.
It took about ten minutes to soak.novelbin
The hot spring can not stay long, easy to faint.
She tried to get up, but Luther never moved behind her and she was a little overwhelmed.
On the fence.
Luther stood up, brought his bathrobe, came behind her, and said softly, "Get up, and I'll put your
bathrobe on."
She struggled for a moment, knowing that he could not drive her away.
Had to stand up from the water with his back to him as fast as he could, then quickly wrapped himself
in his yukata.
Luther laughed lowly and wrapped his arms around her from behind, pressing his breath against her
long, soaking wet hair, spraying the side of her neck, "Your face is so red."
"The water is too hot." Her voice was a little muffled.
"Hmm." He laughed and stopped teasing her.
He pressed her into the chair, "I'll blow your hair, dry it before you go downstairs, wet hair is easy to
catch a cold."
She bit her lip, the floor-to-ceiling glass seemed like a mirror, reflecting her slender body, her scarlet
cheeks, and when the hot wind blew her long hair away, she felt her face get even hotter.
He gently rubbed her hair and carefully blow dried every part of it.
His hand, where it teases, is even hotter than a hair dryer, all the way to the bottom of her heart.
When he finally blew out his hair. She felt like she was melting from the heat too.
"Okay. Don't do anything today, stay home and sleep all day." He patted her shoulder, "I'll carry you
downstairs to rest."
"No need." She stood up in a hurry and opened the door as quickly as she could, "I'll walk by myself."
A shower that she can barely stay in.
She flew back to her room and got under the covers, actually still a little tired, although the hot springs
relieved much of the discomfort, in the end this illness came with a vengeance.
Luther followed her downstairs and couldn't help but smile as he watched her huddle under the covers.
He sat on the edge of the bed and took her into his arms with the blanket.
"By the way, there's something I forgot to tell you."
"What is it?" Joyce burst her head out from under the covers.
"Charlotte died, last night." Luther's tone was muted, as if he were just talking about the weather.
"Ah." Joyce was a bit surprised, she didn't expect Charlotte to die so soon.
"Well, she died after the press conference, and Karl sent me a message to tell me. You were sick, so I
didn't say anything. A person who should have died a long time ago, one more day of her life would
have been a bargain." He said coldly.
"."
Joyce nodded, Charlotte's death, sooner or later, she was not surprised, nor did she feel anything.
Once framed her everywhere, stole her identity and did nothing wrong.
Charlotte had it coming, and finally got the ending she deserved.