As if suddenly remembering something, he turned towards the door and reached out to open it.
As he opened the door, the cold breeze from the corridor poured in slowly.
He looked like he wanted to get out.
Joyce watched him leaving, and suddenly felt a void in her heart.
Surprisingly, he instinctively spoke up to stop him, "Where are you going? Stay."
Luther's footsteps were stopped with a start.
He tilted his head, his handsome eyes widened, his thin lips slightly opened, and he looked incredulously at her.
When she realized the ambiguity of what she said, she hastily explained, "I mean, you stay and sleep in my room ..."
He looked at her tenderly.
She almost wanted to bite her tongue off! What the hell did she say?
"No, no, I mean, I'm sleeping with Anderson. You can sleep in my room."
After saying that, she covered her lips with her hand.
Her face was so hot.
Damn, was she tongue-tied? What the hell was she talking about!
In the past, she would never have been able to say such words.
Perhaps it was the unprecedented sense of crisis that left her with a burst of emptiness in her heart, and a desire for company and someone to help her protect Anderson together.
With him around, she would feel more at ease.
Damn, he was definitely going to take the opportunity to tease her. She regretted it and wanted to bite her tongue off.
Unexpectedly, Luther just smiled gently.
"I am not leaving. I was just going to go back and get some things over here." He glanced at her with a soft gaze, "Wait for me, I'll go back to my apartment and sort things out. I will be back soon."
She turned back, her little face was puffed out in anger at herself, and she didn't answer.
Luther smiled, closed the door and walked back to his apartment.
When he left, she took a deep breath and let it out long and hard.
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