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.

door, she served the food out

glanced at Joyce and scratched her head, “Handsome, ask me out again next time. You

all the fun.” The two flirted as if no one was watching.

that Joyce spoke,

don’t you come and push me

breath, the air was filled with a vile

was already dressed, sitting in a wheelchair, with a warm, jade-like handsome face like

her heart disappeared when she saw the wheelchair beneath him.

was born with a golden spoon in his

pain crossed his

and silently pushed him to the

took a few bites and suddenly put his chopsticks down and questioned,

haven’t graduated

someone else behind his back and somehow lost her virginity last night. The bottom line was that she was well

just when will you tell me? Why don’t you just say you dislike

fragile, she did not dare to stimulate

crippled in both legs. Why don’t you sit in this broken wheelchair every day! I play with women, and you don’t care. Don’t

and plates