You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

She looked at him with amusement.

This man, sometimes like a child, needs coaxing.

“I'm going up." She emphasized.

"Hmm." He finally let go of her face, his face still not looking too good. Joyce couldn't think of anything more to say and hurried into the Emperor Hotel.

When you get upstairs, room 8808.

The door to the suite was open, and just as I approached, I smelled a strong odor of alcol.

Joyce's long eyebrows wrinkled into a Sichuan character, speeding up her steps to approach the suite.

Bobby had never met Joyce in person, but having seen the photos posted online, he recognized them immediately.

"Ms. Knowles, you're finally here, thanks so much."

Joyce frowned, looking inside the suite living room, there are bottles everywhere, a glance over, there are seven or eight red wine bottles lying across the floor.

Not to mention that the

sitting slumped on the floor, leaning against the couch, his back

to him and turned

hit her

handsome and elegant face, now his face is red, like allergies, covered with

unsure, and like they

you came to see me, four years, I miss you and think of you, four years, I'm hallucinating, huh

slapped the bottle out of his hand, "You're not dreaming, it's me, I'm Joyce,

Justin, and

for, close by,

sweater, her chest rose and fell smoothly, and

It's really Joyce?

greedily at her features, not letting

real. However, the moment he touched her, he suddenly retracted his hand. The whole person seemed to

he have the face to see

did not have no face to

worked with Otis for 3 billion, and Otis used

one who destroyed her home with his own hands, and he is