Chapter 1258

He leaned in too close and her face burned a little.

“If you don't take it off, I'm going to do it myself." He came close to her

ear and spoke evilly.

Even his hand, which had reached her collar, took advantage of her

inattention and unbuttoned two buttons, revealing her bare white neck.

"Wait, I'll do it myself."

Joyce suddenly held his hand, unable to let him do whatever he

wanted.

She moved away from his hand and took off her jacket herself, needing

to take off another sweater.

“You turn around. I'm going to undress."

Luther looked at her funny, "You still have a shirt inside, it's not like

you're not wearing anything, what's wrong with taking off a sweater? I

can't look?"

"You!" Joyce couldn't get angry, so she had to turn around and take off

her sweater herself.

Her shirt is thin, tight fitting, almost transparent, wrapped around her

exquisite figure, the rise and fall of her chest is even more visible.

Luther watched her from behind, and just seeing the soft lines of her

back, he already felt his whole body tense up and his breath freeze.

She did not dare to turn around, reached out and felt the uniform,

grabbed it and put it on.

After buttoning up the button.

She turned her back to him and changed into her pants.

Once all dressed, she straightened her collar and smoothed out the

slight creases in her dress.

"Turn around and show me."

Behind her, Luther's soft, seductive voice rang out, low and sexy.

She turned around slowly.

The moment it is completely turned around.

Luther felt himself, the last string of the whole body, instantly tensed up.

He no longer knew what adjectives could describe her in front of him.

The dark green uniform, color pale as the sky, the straight posture, the

pure gold dazzling shoulder patch, blinding.

Her perfectly contoured face, impeccable features, cold and haughty

temperament, calm and introspective, long sharp and flowing hair, and

very clear eyes.

At times, it exudes a valiant heroism, and at other times a soft

tenderness.

"What's wrong? Is it weird?" Joyce subconsciously tugged at the collar.

Why did he look at her with such astonishment? What was wrong with

it? Or was she not dressed properly? Did her temperament not match?

Luther is still too stunned to speak.

Joyce's delicate face, floating a trace of embarrassment, it is still the

first ime for her to wear this kind of military uniforms, there is no mirror

at the lounge, she can not see herself. Luther kept staring at her, and

did not say anything.

She doubts even more. Did she look very strange, or should she take it

off.

She just wanted to reach up and unbutton it.

Suddenly, the sky spun around and she was picked up by Luther in a

fierce princess hug.

In the next second, her entire body was already pressed by him on top

of the sofa.

The weight of his body pressed down on hers as much as it could,

leaving her breathless. His body is so hot, through the thick clothing,

even can feel his fire.

His dark eyes were cloudy and burning with an inexplicable fire.

"What are you doing, get up.” She panicked a little and put her hands

against him.

"What if you tempt me and I can't help it?" He leaned over and drew out

his arm that was resting on the back of her neck, so that she was lying

completely flat on top of the sofa.

Soft sofa, sink deeply.

The completely flat position made her feel, instantly, that the danger

was much closer.