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I want to fuck you, young woman.

Zhang Jinming pushed Fang Lixing away, laughed and said, "Who said I was hurt? The red liquid is paint."

All of a sudden, Fang Lixing was full of admiration for Zhang Jinming.

It was in Yu Mingxia's office, and on a wall-mounted television on one side of the wall was the news of the ruckus that had taken place on the pedestrian street