"It hurts …" Joyce couldn't help but scream. She had gotten used to the pain of the wipe just now, but the new medicine made her feel freezing cold and burning hot at the same time. She just could not help but shiver again.
"Is that better?"
Luther asked in a soft voice while using his large palm repeatedly to gently rub her back, from top to bottom, back and forth.
"Stop, I'm fine." Joyce gritted her teeth, not really sure what he actually meant.
So he was taking advantage of her shamelessly!
"Don't touch it!"
Because he didn't stop, Joyce had to speak up again to stop it.
He stopped abruptly.
The moment he stopped, however, she seemed to feel her back start to hurt again. Damn it, she had to admit his massage did have a soothing effect.
But how could she possibly ask him to continue?
She could only grit her teeth and bear the pain, and she endured it extremely hard.
Luther then bandaged her back with gauze.
After doing everything.
He began to pull off her pants.
"Hey, don't you go too far, Luther!" This time, Joyce was so angry that she called him by his name. It was obviously her back that hurt, so why did he have to take off her pants.
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