Chapter 225

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?"

"..." 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?"