You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Evil thoughts were flying around in her head.

If she pretended that she saved such a man like him and had sex with him, she might be able to fly up the ladder from now on! Anyway, she had lost her virginity long ago. She had a boyfriend herself and had even slept with her tutors from school.

How could she miss such a great opportunity? Oh, Joyce, although the two of them grew up together in an orphanage…

But inside her heart, she hates Joyce extremely, because Joyce is always the most dazzling one around them. She was just everywhere to steal her limelight, and even the dean also liked Joyce the most.

Joyce left the orphanage for shooting training a few years later and no one competed with her anymore.
And she climbed into her college mentor’s bed and made it to Khebury’s best, Cunard University.

But to her surprise, Joyce gave up the shooting competition and enrolled in Cunard University. And because of her excellent grades and good looks, she became quite famous in the school.

Damn! Joyce was able to skip a grade to get into Cunard near the end of her sophomore year, and she felt just so jealous.

It was as if she could never get rid of Joyce, always living under her glory.
She could not bear it any longer.

Joyce would never have imagined that such an excellent opportunity to get into the upper society would be taken away by her.

Immediately, she ran to the riverside to soak herself all over and bandage the wound on his leg.

And again, her clothes were all deliberately wrinkled and torn in some places. Finally, she bit her own lips.

She pinched herself hard on her legs and her eyes were suddenly filled with tears.
After making all the preparations and disguises.
She called for an ambulance and then stood by his side until he woke up.

must have brought him to his senses. And the ambulance’s dazzling lights would be enough

seamless. After

and the dazzling flashing

He no longer felt hot, but relaxed instead. He struggled to open his eyes. A

an ambulance and the car is

came tumbling up and he knew what he

and sweet so he could not bear to end what he did. And now he did not want the aftertaste

dazzling lights of the ambulance, he could

front

girl, with thin eyebrows and a pair of bright almond watery eyes. She was soaked all over her long black hair, with water droplets still dripping from it. The morning sunlight sprinkled on her

red and swollen, and she still had

me?” Luther

water and I dragged you up. You hurt your leg, but it’s okay,

“Just now I…”

crystalline tears spilling from the corners of her eyes, and her hands stirring

her being like this, there was no doubt about what

was different from what he had imagined, a big difference. He clearly remembered that the woman beneath him, like a small wildcat, refused to give in and kept resisting,

of him, obviously soft

“What’s your name? How old are you?” “Charlotte Meyer. Twenty-two, Marketing school of