You Hit My Heart (Joyce and Luther)

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.

handed over a glass

He didn't pick up.

they would

glass to Luther's lips, tilting it slightly

knot in his

only one bed? Or you can give me the

lightly, "How do you

a unnatural smile. What should she do, sleep in the same

snorted, "I'm tired. Plus, what do you think I'd

had

went into the bathroom to wash up and rinse off

she came out, she saw that Luther had

was asleep with less coldness and sharpness on his face. His eyelashes were like a fan casting shadows. And his high nose, thin lips. All of them was quiet and

did not see the face and did not

sure of was

She was nervous.

she confirm it while he was

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