Chapter 1624: Do It Yourself
Damn man, she knew he had bad intentions from the beginning. He used taking a bath as an excuse to tease her. Just as she was
about to get angry, he leaned in and firmly grasped her lips with his thin ones.
In the bathroom, the water faucet fell to the ground, spraying water everywhere, and the hot steam filled the room, making it hazy
and indistinct.
The intense and hot kiss continued to escalate and entangle. Luther held up her chin with one hand and quietly unbuttoned her
buttons with the other. The clothes slowly fell to the ground.
In the room, on the big bed, after taking a bath. Luther was lying flat on the 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 and apply 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 had more than a dozen stitches on his abdomen, even with the use of cosmetic 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 have taken a bath properly, and the wound wouldn't have been soaked in water. You're not helping the wound recover by
doing this."
Despite her complaints, she still used a gentler approach. The bath just now was too hot, and his kiss made her lose herself to the
point where she almost couldn't find herself. They were honest with each other, and her cheeks were still so hot she could boil an
egg.
Luckily, he had sself-awareness and didn't make any further moves. 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 by him.
"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 it anymore."
"It's your own fault!" Joyce's eyes widened, "If you knew it would be like this, why play with fire in the bathroom?"
Luther pulled her into his arms with force, "You know what | want."
"I don't want to. Absolutely not." Joyce understood what he meant, and her cheeks beceven hotter. "The doctor said you
couldn't do strenuous exercise. Don't even think about it." He was too outrageous. He didn't even realize how many injuries he
had. He was still thinking about this kind of thing.
Luther firmly held her arm, his handsface carrying a hint of evil. "Can you bear to watchsuffer? The doctor said | couldn't
do strenuous exercise, but..."
He paused and suddenly lowered her, his hot lips almost touching her ear. "But you can move. You cby yourself, okay? Like
last time."
Joyce's mind almost exploded in an instant. Her face turned red, and her heart was beating so fast that it was beyond words to
describe her feelings 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 tshe must have been drunk and he probably induced her to do it. This shameless and bottomless
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Just as she was about to explode in anger, he whined, "Help me. I'm really dying."
Afterwards, Joyce lay on the bed, her heart beating continuously at a rate 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 unreasonable request. It was just because he said he was dying. Now, her body
had gained 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 this time, she was clearly sober and still did such a bold thing. She was crazy, absolutely crazy.
She turned her back, not wanting to look at him. Luther smiled as he watched the back of her head, feeling extremely
accomplished. Her hot side was only for him to see.
He enjoyed seeing her lose control, and after enjoying it enough just now, he was extremely satisfied at the thought that she, who
usually remained aloof and reserved, was now confused and infatuated with him. Having taken advantage, he no longer acted coy.
He smiled lightly and embraced her from behind, even though she was still gasping for breath. "Go to bed early," he said, kissing
the back of her head before turning off the remote control light. Although the room was dark, the ambiguous atmosphere flowing in
the room did not diminish in the slightest.
Joyce was really tired, her eyelids were extremely heavy, and his embrace made her feel particularly at ease. After several days of
continuous tension, she was able to sleep peacefully at hfor the first time, and her body and mind were relaxed. She gradually
closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep in his warm embrace.
On the other side, at the Jennifer College of Music in the Capital, after the warlord's matter was resolved, Chris assisted Cecelia in
finishing up the work, as well as dispatching special personnel to deal with the remaining small number of stubborn elements and
those who knew they were guilty and resisted. Within two days, all the rebellious remnants were eliminated. This night, after the
last rebel was resolved, the entire matter was considered completely over. Chris ordered the special personnel he brought to
withdraw from Pascaylia and return to Alvonia early the next day. They had been out for too long, it was tto 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 busy recovering the warlords and hadn't contacted Nina. Tonight,
as soon as he finished his work, the first thing he did was drive to the Jennifer College of Music in the Capital. Spring had already
arrived, and there was a hint of spring in the air at night. He opened the car window, and the 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 him to the point of having a headache. After Joyce's reminder
and Dr. Knight's conversation, he gradually realized that he would give her tand not push her too hard. He drove to the
dormitory building where Nina was staying and two guards immediately greeted him respectfully upon seeing him get out of the
car. "Chris, you're here." Chris nodded. "How's she doing recently?" The guard replied, "Very normal, punctual attendance, violin
practice at night. Following your instructions, no male student dares to approach her. There is also no online bullying. Although she
doesn't eat much and seems to have a poor appetite, she tries to eat every meal." "Got it," Chris waved his hand, indicating that
they could leave. He walked alone to the bottom of her dormitory building, looked up at the room where Nina was staying, the light
was on, and the curtains were tightly closed. The dim yellow light flickered weakly, and a smile curved his lips. He shouted loudly
to the top of the building, "Nina, I'll count to ten, and you cdown immediately! Otherwise, I'll tear this place down!" He knew
she could hear him. The dormitory had poor sound insulation, and she should be able to hear the sound of him driving over. "Ten,
nine, eight... three, two..." When he was about to count down to one, a pure white figure hurriedly ran out of the corridor...
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