You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Twilight fell and all the lights along the street came on.
Joyce was in a terrible mood.

Last night she did something she should not have done and saved a man, and somehow lost her virginity.
She hurried back to her room and took a shower, but no matter how she tried, she just could not get rid of the man’s strong scent and the red marks on her body.

She was unusually irritable. The man’s wildness and the painful feeling were carved into her body already and could no longer be erased.

After class today, she went to the supermarket to buy some vegetables, all of which were quite expen: and beyond what she could usually afford.

No one knew that Joyce had rented another house outside.

When she reached the door, an unusual sound came from the house as she turned the key. She frowned and pushed the door into the house.

An unpleasant sight rushed into view.

A man groaning with his head up and a sultry woman with dyed red hair kneeling on the floor.

Joyce did not do anything special and walked into the kitchen with a numb expression.

She closed the kitchen door behind her and the meal was ready in half an hour. Baked cod with lime cheese sauce, macaroni and cheese with beef sauce, and corn chowder.

kitchen door, she served the food out when the two outside

and scratched her head, “Handsome, ask me out again next time.

have all the fun.” The two flirted as if

only after the woman left that Joyce spoke, “Justin, dinner is ready.”

sank, “Then why don’t you come and

with a vile scent that

sitting in a wheelchair, with a warm, jade-like handsome

heart disappeared when she

the second son of JAXAH Corporation Bank, was born with a golden spoon in

and a strong pain crossed

the table, “Let’s eat, I made your favorite fish today.”

chopsticks

graduated yet … ”

her virginity last night. The bottom line was that she was well aware of her

sneered, “Joyce, just when will you tell me? Why don’t you just say you dislike me for being an invalid!” “I didn’t mean that …”

so sensitive and fragile, she did not dare to stimulate him or reject his feelings.

you sit in this broken wheelchair every day! I play with

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