You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Joyce's beautiful eyes were wide open and she felt speechless.

He, as a man, even leaned his head on her shoulder to sleep. Did he not know how heavy his head was?

Besides, it was an exclusive right of women, right?

With the carriage completely quiet, the others finally dared to start breathing normally.

Only God could know that they were suffocating.

Juanita was the first to turn her head, and she saw that Luther seemed to be asleep. She asked Joyce with her mouth silently, "Is boss asleep?”

Joyce frowned deeply, her pupils contracted, and she nodded gently.

It had been only a while, and her shoulders were already sore from his weight.

Juanita made a surprised expression and continued, "What now?" Joyce subconsciously tried to shrug, but as soon as she moved, Luther's head slid down a bit to her soft, bulging breasts, as if it was buried in some hill.

Hell, she bit her lip, and with one hand, she lifted his head up hard and put it back, hoping he would sleep on his own against the back of the seat.

he was now sleeping like he was unconscious

and

row behind Joyce could see from the gap between the seats what happened. The boss seemed to be asleep, so he secretly stood

to meet the curious eyes

She glared at him.

for the disturbance." He then hurriedly sat back in his seat. Another colleague bumped his shoulder

tongue, while squeezing his eyes.

Joyce, for they never liked Charlotte at all. If their boss and Joyce could get back

by Luther, sore and unable to move, and gradually numb. She gritted her teeth and held on. Anyway, he was

took out her phone and actually

to look at it because he was

glanced at him out of the corner of her eyes, and he was sleeping heavily. His long eyelashes were fluttering slightly, like the wings of a butterfly. Just why would a

her phone. It was a

has

went to the Capital to hide