In the Golden Yuan League, the saint Jiao Liqiao was lying on her side on a recliner. She was dressed in red and very alluring. Her hand painted in bright red was stroking the brocade belt on her chest. She didn't know what she was thinking.
A man walked in, saluted and said, "Saint."
Jiao Liqiao looked at the man with sharp eyes: "How is it?"
The man's voice trembled slightly: "This subordinate is incompetent and has lost track."
Jiao Liqiao's eyes flashed with fierceness, and she struck him with a palm: "Trash! Get out!"
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