Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)

But all in all, it's better than nothing.

She struggled to move, little by little, over to the edge of the bed.

She could bear the hair washing thing, but there is something she really could not bear.

She had to get up for a trip.

Because...

She wanted to go to the bathroom. She had been holding it in for a while and her face was red from holding it in.

She slowly twisted her body.

Suddenly, Luther plunged his hands under her and picked her up horizontally off the bed.

"Hey!" Joyce stirred both legs. It was so strange to be picked up in such a position. Her clothes were loose in the front and she could clearly feel his arms right across her chest.

Luther walked to the bathroom and placed Joyce directly on the toilet, "Were you going to the bathroom? Need me to help you take off your panties?"

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"..." Joyce was fired up, "No need, get out!"

Luther looked down and smiled and turned to go out, closing the bathroom door behind him.

She bit her lower lip, feeling embarrassed that he had understood her need.

She saw him finally leave before she started to take off her panties very carefully, and it took her a long time to get them off. Fortunately, the smart toilet got all flushing and drying functions ready. She got washed comfortably and felt much better.

After washing, it took her a long time to put her panties back on again.

What once couldn't be easier had become so difficult.

She fought back the hidden pain in her back and stood up with great difficulty, ready to walk over to the sink.

At that moment, the bathroom door was suddenly pushed open.

Joyce froze.

Luther looked right into her surprised eyes and said with a calm demeanor, "I thought you had fallen in the toilet."

She scrolled her eyes, ignored him, and moved forward with difficulty.

Coldly, Luther stepped forward and picked her up straight from her legs, striding over to the sink and then setting her down.

Joyce didn't say anything, opened the tap, and started washing her face and brushing her teeth. This simple upper body movement actually took a hell lot of effort. After washing up, she caught a glimpse of Luther bringing in shampoo.

She was surprised, "What's this for?"

"To wash your hair. Come on, you put your head down." Luther rolled up his sleeves and adjusted the water temperature of the faucet. Then he pulled the faucet out. Joyce obediently bowed her head.

The warm water, flowing down from the top of her head, was so warm and comfortable that she couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.

His big hands, gently kneading her hair, inside and out, washed it clean in every corner.

Joyce suddenly felt like she was being taken care of. For as long as she could remember, no one had ever taken such good care of her.

She had a surprisingly warm feeling in her heart.

Wait, was she so bewitched that she thought Luther was taking care of her in every way?

After washing, Luther dried her hair with a towel, took down the hair dryer hanging on the wall, pressed the automatic mode button, and carefully dried her hair inside and out. The fluffy and refreshing feeling was comfortable, sweeping away the gloom of the days.

All done, he carried her back to bed.

After carrying her back to the bed, he went to the bathroom and took a shower, then returned to the bed and directly lifted Joyce's quilt and got in.

The movement was all-natural.

Joyce glared at him hard!

She's all pissed off.

"What are you doing?"