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.

much alcol. Not to mention that the stomach can

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

him and turned

strong smell of alcol hit

and elegant face, now his face is red, like allergies, covered with a fine red rash, a pair of

unsure, and like they thought they were looking

smiled to himself, "Joyce, am I dreaming? I can't believe you came to see me, four years, I miss you and think

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

tingling on the back of his hand stunned Justin, and he narrowed his eyes, looking

longed for, close by, perfectly presented

fell smoothly, and he could even feel her breath,

It's really Joyce?

looked greedily at her features, not

out his hand to touch her face to make sure it was real. However, the moment he touched her, he suddenly retracted his hand. The whole person seemed to be struck by

the

did not have

used the money for the purpose of

with his own hands, and he is the one who