You Hit My Heart 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.

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."