Jiaojiao couldn't bear it any longer, decisively twisted Qin Yu's arm away, jumped to the ground, and ran out.
He needed to vomit, otherwise he would scratch this dumbass to death.
Once Jiaojiao left, Qin Yu was alone to face the prince in his underpants and gauze.
Her expression and gaze were very calm.
So calm that Prince Nuer Taylor felt uneasy inside, and he asked with a tremble, "Lord Wizard, you..."
Qin Yu lowered her eyebrows and smiled slightly with hooked lips, that smile.
Prince Nuer Taylor realized he was drunk.
Three minutes later, he was cold.
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When Qin Yu hung the unconscious Prince Nuer Taylor on the wall and stroked her hand, she glanced lightly with her eyes and said faintly.
"Come out."
In the corner, a person slowly came out, leaning against the wall, and said, "Lord Wizard, good evening."
Qin Yu gathered the thin robes on her body, crossed her arms around her chest, and smiled faintly.
"They are still having a meeting now, didn't you join them?"
