You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Hearing Luther's sarcastic words, Joyce realized that he had forgotten how good she was with her shooting after his memory loss. Shooting games were just a piece of cake for her, of course. He must have also forgotten how they had fought the enemy side by side, and when she thought about it she felt loss and disappointment down in her heart. “Just for fun, the game is easy.” She returned lightly.

"Just for fun?"

Luther grunted coldly as he pressed the return bottom to return to the home page, and then he pressed the start button.

She made it sound so easy, so he wanted to give it a shot too.

"What are you doing?" Joyce didn't expect Luther to start the game on his own, "Hey, that's not how you play the game. Give me my phone now."

Juanita at this point secretly glanced back at them and lamented in her heart.

The long-awaited group trip was just ruined by the big boss. Now the entire car was pretty nervous, and none of them dared to make a sound.

Only Joyce's crisp whining complaints could be heard from time to time. “No, no. Your bullet will drop down, and you need to measure the distance. You can't hit it like that."

"Can you give me back my phone? Your teammates will not like the way you play it!"

you can't use this gun like that. You won't

window, don't you see? Quickly use

can't show your head, or the sniper

can I have my phone back

the game was not easy at all, and it was not at all like what Joyce said. You would need to have a good understanding of the gun ammunition, ballistic drop, and recoil to be able to

special training for the game, she played it so well. Was she some connoisseur for

was very blurry, it looked like it was in the middle of some

group and attacked him, and they all had daggers in their

bang." He seemed to hear the sound of gunfire, and the men around him were all

so

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only for

illusions caused by the game just now, or it had actually happened. Moreover, it was

headache came back again and there was a thin sweat on her forehead. His

okay?" Joyce saw that his face didn't look right, and she touched his palm, which was all