The proximity made Joyce recall the scene in the car where he put his arm around her. She can't help but feel hot in the face.

"Just because I can shoot doesn't mean I can fight. Otherwise you would have been taken down long ago." A woman's strength was naturally inferior, and with him who was strong enough, she was completely unable to move.

"How long have you been learning to shoot?" He asked.

"Six years." She wasn't shy about it.

Luther's pupils contracted, six years, just six years of emptiness. What the hell had she been doing for those six years? And where did she learn to shoot? And what was her relationship with Justin?

He let go of her, and there was an unreadable complexity in his eyes.

Today, because of her, he was out of danger. He believed for the moment that she was harmless to him.

Luther was a little tired and reclined in bed. Having lost blood, he needed to rest and adjust.

Joyce sat up from the bed, poured herself a glass of water, and asked him, "Do you want some water?"

He closed his eyes and nodded gently.

over a glass

He didn't pick up.

he want her to feed him? Joyce was surprised. Forgot about it. Since they would be

brought the glass to Luther's lips, tilting it slightly to let the

his sexy

bed? Or you can give me the car key and I'll sleep

said lightly, "How do you sleep

What should she do, sleep in

do you think

had to

into the bathroom to wash up and rinse off

saw that Luther had

room was dim. He was actually quite good-looking when he was asleep with less coldness and sharpness on his face. His eyelashes were like

from that night, but she did not see the face and did not have

thing she can be sure of was that he had an injury on

She was nervous.

it while

furtively at him and approached him on tiptoe. Then she bent down on her knees. She would have rolled up his trouser legs, but the cut was too snug to roll up. She cannot make

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