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.

so much alcol. Not to mention that

sitting slumped on the floor, leaning against the couch,

him

of alcol hit her nose and almost

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

and like they thought

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

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

Justin, and he narrowed

that he had longed for, close by, perfectly presented in front

her chest rose and fell smoothly, and he could

It's really Joyce?

features, not letting go of

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 fierce

he have the

have no face

billion, and Otis used the money for the purpose

with his own hands, and he is the one who put