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Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 1272

He kissed and kissed, and felt the person in his arms, gradually no movement.

I left her lips fondly, only to find that she had fallen asleep. She is as sick as she is drunk, her cheeks are red and on fire, she is delirious, and she is usually rarely seen playing the little woman, and only at this time can she have the pleasure of seeing it.

Really, irritable and cute.

"Puffing", he let out a low laugh.

Lay the sleeping woman flat and low, with her head on a comfortable pillow and her arm adjusted to a position that facilitates infusion.

He looked down at himself and shook his head helplessly, already titillated by her and about to go crazy. there was a cold shower in the VIP detention room, so it looked like he had to go take a shower.

On second thought, if he also froze and caught a cold, wouldn't there be no one to take care of her?

It's also contagious to Andres.

Never mind, he endured the heat, took off his jacket and lay down half beside her.

Taking out his cell phone, he dialed Ivy.

"Hey, Ivy, Joyce has a fever. I'm hanging out with her at the hospital. Won't be back tonight."

"Ah, is Ms. Knowles going to be okay?" Ivy asked anxiously.

"It's okay, we'll be back in the morning if the fever goes down. You take care of Andres, take him to bed, and tell him that Mommy is not feeling well and will be fine soon." Luther cared.

"Don't worry. It's what I should do." Ivy hurriedly responded.

After Luther hung up the phone.

Joyce moved.

He smoothly took her in his arms.

She seemed a little cold and curled up on his chest like a kitten.

He gazed at her tenderly, reaching out to gently stroke her long, soft hair.

How nice it would be to be able to hold her like this all the time.

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