Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 39

Then the young man read them out loud, word by word.

These were the medals that Joyce got just now on the game.

"King of Gun, Reckless War God, Score with brothers, Nod Master, a Woman's Escort, Battlefield Terminator."

"Wow, a god." The man excitedly kneeled down in front of Joyce with an exaggerated expression, "You are a god of war. The average killing number is thirty-eight, only a total of one hundred people ah. I'm going to rely on you for the future.

Another young man, who didn't play games but understood the difficulty, came around to join in the fun and marveled, "Wow, tournament level. Even God or Buddha can't stop you, awesome awesome."

Juanita's petite head was on Joyce's shoulder, "Joyce, you are really good at everything. You are beautiful and good-hearted, and you are a student, and you are even a top player in the game. I admire you so much."

Juanita was genuinely fond of Joyce, and the first time she saw her, she had a feeling that she could rely on her.

Joyce laughed. Her smile was joyful, and the warm yellow light in the box reflected on her beautiful side.

People on the spot were all overshadowed by Joyce.

Charlotte sat alone in the corner.

She looked at Joyce coldly.

A cold laugh.

Joyce came with spotlight, which was annoying to her!

Joyce was like a fatal attraction, and both men and women liked her.

Men thought she was beautiful and attractive, and women thought she was frankly handsome and secure. Oh, she was radiant in every place.

Charlotte's lips curled up in resentment.