Chapter 1624: Do It Yourself


    Chapter 1624: Do It Yourself


    Damn man, she knew he had bad intentions from the beginning. He used taking a bath as an excuse to


    tease her. Just as she was about to get angry, he leaned in and firmly grasped her lips with his thin


    ones.


    In the bathroom, the water faucet fell to the ground, spraying water everywhere, and the hot steam


    filled the room, making it hazy and indistinct.


    The intense and hot kiss continued to escte and entangle. Luther held up her chin with one hand


    and quietly unbuttoned her buttons with the other. The clothes slowly fell to the ground.


    In the room, on the big bed, after taking a bath. Luther was lying t on the bed, his upper body bare,


    and his lower body wrapped in a towel. Because his wound got wet during the bath, he needed to


    disinfect and apply ointment again.


    Joyce, dressed in a bathrobe, brought a first aid kit and took out gauze, disinfectant, tweezers and


    other tools to clean Luther''s wound. He had more than a dozen stitches on his abdomen, even with the


    use of cosmetic needles, the scar would probably still be left.


    When she was cleaning, Luther made a soft groan, "It hurts, be gentle." Joyce red at him angrily,


    "You know how to hurt? You could have taken a bath properly, and the wound wouldn''t have been


    soaked in water. You''re not helping the wound recover by doing this."


    Despite herints, she still used a gentler approach. The bath just now was too hot, and his kiss


    made her lose herself to the point where she almost couldn''t find herself. They were honest with each


    other, and her cheeks were still so hot she could boil an egg.


    Luckily, he had some self-awareness and didn''t make any further moves. Joyce helped him reapply the


    ointment and put on the ster, and just as she was about to get up, her wrist was suddenly held by


    him.


    "Don''t go," Luther''s voice was hoarse.


    "What else do you want to do?" Joyce red at him, turning her head.


    "I''m ufortable," Luther nced at his lower body, "I can''t take it anymore."


    "It''s your own fault!" Joyce''s eyes widened, "If you knew it would be like this, why y with fire in the


    bathroom?"


    Luther pulled her into his arms with force, "You know what I want."


    "I don''t want to. Absolutely not." Joyce understood what he meant, and her cheeks became even


    hotter. "The doctor said you couldn''t do strenuous exercise. Don''t even think about it." He was too


    outrageous. He didn''t even realize how many injuries he had. He was still thinking about this kind of


    thing.


    Luther firmly held her arm, his handsome face carrying a hint of evil. "Can you bear to watch me suffer?


    The doctor said I couldn''t do strenuous exercise, but..."


    He paused and suddenly lowered her, his hot lips almost touching her ear. "But you can move. You


    Joyce''s mind almost exploded in an instant. Her face turned red, and her heart was beating so fast that


    it was beyond words to describe her feelings at the moment. He actually, actually let her take the


    initiative? And he had the nerve to bring upst time?


    She now realized thatst time she must have been drunk and he probably induced her to do it. This


    shameless and bottomless man.


    Just as she was about to explode in anger, he whined, "Help me. I''m really dying."


    ...


    Afterwards, Joycey on the bed, her heart beating continuously at a rate of over 150, unable to calm


    down. Luther hugged her in his arms, satisfied and rxed.


    She couldn''t understand how she had agreed to his unreasonable request. It was just because he said


    he was dying. Now, her body had gained a great satisfaction, but her heart was full of regret.


    She was too... She couldn''t even bear to think back on herself just now. Last time, she could be


    excused for being drunk and crazy, but this time, she was clearly sober and still did such a bold thing.


    She was crazy, absolutely crazy.


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    She turned her back, not wanting to look at him. Luther smiled as he watched the back of her head,


    feeling extremely aplished. Her hot side was only for him to see.


    He enjoyed seeing her lose control, and after enjoying it enough just now, he was extremely satisfied at


    the thought that she, who usually remained aloof and reserved, was now confused and infatuated with


    him. Having taken advantage, he no longer acted coy. He smiled lightly and embraced her from behind,


    even though she was still gasping for breath. "Go to bed early," he said, kissing the back of her head


    before turning off the remote control light. Although the room was dark, the ambiguous atmosphere


    flowing in the room did not diminish in the slightest.


    Joyce was really tired, her eyelids were extremely heavy, and his embrace made her feel particrly at


    ease. After several days of continuous tension, she was able to sleep peacefully at home for the first


    time, and her body and mind were rxed. She gradually closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep in


    his warm embrace.


    On the other side, at the Jennifer College of Music in the Capital, after the warlord''s matter was


    resolved, Chris assisted Cecelia in finishing up the work, as well as dispatching special personnel to


    deal with the remaining small number of stubborn elements and those who knew they were guilty and


    resisted. Within two days, all the rebellious remnants were eliminated. This night, after thest rebel


    was resolved, the entire matter was consideredpletely over. Chris ordered the special personnel


    he brought to withdraw from Pascaylia and return to Alvonia early the next day. They had been out for


    too long, it was time to go back. As for him, he wanted to stay a few more days.


    The body''s reaction is the most honest. A few days ago, he was busy recovering the warlords and


    hadn''t contacted Nina. Tonight, as soon as he finished his work, the first thing he did was drive to the


    Jennifer College of Music in the Capital. Spring had already arrived, and there was a hint of spring in


    the air at night. He opened the car window, and the warm and gentle breeze blew in, causing his bangs


    to lightly flutter. He was in a good mood all the way.


    Last time, he and Nina parted ways in the hotel, and she angered him to the point of having a


    headache. After Joyce''s reminder and Dr. Knight''s conversation, he gradually realized that he would


    give her time and not push her too hard. He drove to the dormitory building where Nina was staying


    and two guards immediately greeted him respectfully upon seeing him get out of the car. "Chris, you''re


    here." Chris nodded. "How''s she doing recently?" The guard replied, "Very normal, punctual


    attendance, violin practice at night. Following your instructions, no male student dares to approach her.


    There is also no online bullying. Although she doesn''t eat much and seems to have a poor appetite,


    she tries to eat every meal." "Got it," Chris waved his hand, indicating that they could leave. He walked


    alone to the bottom of her dormitory building, looked up at the room where Nina was staying, the light


    was on, and the curtains were tightly closed. The dim yellow light flickered weakly, and a smile curved


    his lips. He shouted loudly to the top of the building, "Nina, I''ll count to ten, and youe down


    immediately! Otherwise, I''ll tear this ce down!" He knew she could hear him. The dormitory had poor


    sound instion, and she should be able to hear the sound of him driving over. "Ten, nine, eight...


    three, two..." When he was about to count down to one, a pure white figure hurriedly ran out of the


    corridor...