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.

to mention that the stomach can not bear, will

floor, leaning against the couch, his back to

him

smell of alcol hit her nose and

covered with a fine red

they were unsure, and like they thought they were looking at

dreaming? I can't believe you came to see me, four years, I miss you and think of you, four

just about to take another drink. Joyce slapped the bottle out of

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

he had longed for, close by, perfectly presented

rose and fell smoothly, and he could

It's really Joyce?

greedily at her features,

moment he touched her, he suddenly retracted his hand. The whole person seemed to be struck by fierce lightning and suddenly came

he have the face to

not have no face to see

used the money for the purpose of splitting the

hands, and he is the one who put her