You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Was it possible? What was it that made him so at ease?

Thinking about it, he had fallen into a deep sleep and soon, let out an even breathing sound.

Joyce saw that he was fast asleep. His sharp eyes were closed, and his handsome face was peaceful. Did he really came here to sleep? She was speechless, and had no choice but to help him close the door to his room.

She herself went to the kitchen to heat up the porridge she packed back and ate it. After she finished eating, she took a shower in the bathroom.

It was already 2:00 am after everything was done.

Resigned to her fate, she went back to her couch, covered herself up with a blanket and went back to sleep.

If she had known, she might as well have stayed in the lounge of her office. She had got no peace since she rented Eden Apartment.

By the time Joyce woke up again, it was the next morning.

The pink sunrise reflected on the sofa, and the soft light was soothing. Joyce stretched her limbs to get up and saw that the door was still closed, and then she saw that Luther's shoes were still in the foyer. She thought to herself, "I can't believe he's still sleeping today.

up, grabbed her bag and went straight out for

didn't wake her up yesterday. Today she naturally had no obligation to wake

just let it be,

was already so dazzlingly

he was comfortable and refreshed, as if all the pain and discomfort were far away from him, and he

up his watch, which he kept at the foot of the bed, and looked at

1 pm! He had slept for almost

slept this long since he

place? How

and washed up, and Joyce was long gone from the apartment,

noticed that there was a note on the dining room

at the handwriting on it, which was flamboyant and individualistic, and

breakfast, fix

do. He looked around. Although the room was cozy, the furniture was really simple, the mattress was not soft enough, especially the sofa was