You Hit My Heart (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 223

"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.

He ignored her and took it right off to the bottom.

"Prison pants don't look good, so of course, you have to take them off." He said and then threw her prison pants directly into a transparent trash can. He also threw in the previous prison uniform and blood-stained scraps of fabric, as well as used gauze cotton swabs.

Then he pressed a switch, and she heard the "click-click-click" sound from the garbage can, and then the garbage inside was instantly crushed.

Surprisingly, it was a garbage can with automatic shredding and disposal function.

Joyce looked at her pants which were crushed in a moment and felt speechless.

"There are no clothes for you over here, so I'll have Aaron get them tomorrow. Just bear with it tonight." Luther stood up and said as he took a white shirt of his own out of the closet and put it over Joyce, covering up most of her naked body.

"Help me put it on." Joyce protested discontentedly when she saw that he didn't make the next move.

Luther, however, covered her with the quilt and said faintly, "The wound that has just been dressed needs some air to heal, so don't wear clothes first. You can put it on in the morning and if you don't sleep it will be almost dawn. Hurry up and rest."

"…" Joyce really wanted to strangle him.

Just let her wear a pair of panties and sleep naked until dawn?

Alas, but what could she do? She could just let him be. It was already four in the morning, and after all the tossing and turning of the day and night, she was quite sleepy, and she could not help but fall asleep. Her heavy eyelids slowly closed, and she was in a deep sleep in no time.

Luther organized her medicine, washed up briefly, and then lay down on the sofa in his room.

He looked at Joyce, who had fallen asleep, in front of him, and pondered.

The quiet sleeping face revealed a harmless peace, she seemed to be sleeping at ease. Perhaps after so many encounters in a row, this was the only peaceful time for her to sleep.

When Joyce opened her eyes again.

Just saw that Luther was actually sleeping next to her …