An Nishang's office.
The stunningly cold Judicial Bureau Chief was wrapped in a red dress, her voluptuous figure, the straps of the dress drawing out a deep V neckline, generously showcasing this body's sensuality, the beauty of her form.
The chest of the Judicial Bureau Chief slowly rose and fell.
Looking at a secret letter on the table, her expression was uncertain, with a trace of confusion in the depths of her scarlet pupils.
How long had it been since she felt like this?
An Nishang couldn't remember.
This uncontrollable feeling.
She closed her eyes, her long, slender, and alabaster legs capable of entwining a man's waist to death placed on the desk, her entire person reclining in her chair.
Slowly closing her eyes, weariness shown clearly in her stunning face.
It's really pointless.
Playing like this is really pointless.
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Luo Qingtian had recently finally freed himself from the quagmire spiral of the Apocalypse Society.
