With the launch of a new virtual simulation technology game, the gold-selling cave of drunken gold fans is open to everyone. From then on, the crisp sound of the collision of gold coins circulates in the world.
"Eleven, this is your work goal this time."
A light blue light screen appeared in front of the man's eyes, with only the letter "A" on it.
"Don't you have any detailed information about the target?" The young man named Eleven asked.
"You are taking on the highest-level mission, which is how difficult it is."
In the dimly lit private room, Eleven knelt on the thick carpet, as if an artist's carefully sculpted hand was carefully placed on the knee of the person opposite.
"I will stay for you forever." His eyes were lingering, and the red of his lips was dyed with wine. He raised his head and looked as fragile as a butterfly with broken wings.
The man's expression was difficult to guess under the dim light. Shiba could only wait, but he had no disadvantages before.
This article is for GB and there is no male protagonist.
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