Joyce washed her hands repeatedly and desperately in the bathroom.
She was just crazy, right, to pity him to agree to his kind of unreasonable request.
She is really being sold, but still feeling so happy to help him count the money.
Crazy simply.
The more she thought about it, the hotter she felt, and she really wanted to find a hole in the ground and go inside.
After repeatedly washing her hands several times with hand sanitizer, she wiped her hands clean with paper towels, stood up straight, rearranged her uniform in the mirror, and straightened her long, slightly disheveled hair. Earlier in the lounge, she could not see how she looked, but now, looking in the mirror, she felt that the outfit did fit well, with a unique rhythm and an extraordinary aura.
The golden seven-maned star shoulder patch is glorious, dark green with dazzling gold, the king's breath is revealed.
No wonder Luther ...
Thinking about just now, she couldn't help but blush again, hot and rolling.
In the mirror, it looks even more like she has snowy skin, rosy and lustrous.
Just in time, two press conference staff members walked in and wanted to use the bathroom.
When they saw Joyce, they couldn't help but stand in awe, respectfully stepping aside to make way for Joyce.
It made Joyce a little embarrassed, with an awkward expression, smiling and nodding her head in greeting.
As she turned to leave, she heard the staff behind her couldn't help but whisper.
"Wow, this is our country's first female Major General? It's so valiant! The military uniform is so nice."
"Simply, the Chosen One!"
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