SOLO

There is a perfume called solo. ——Solo performance, flying alone. I love it and am crazy obsessed with it. Solo． solo． The lips are lightly opened and the tip of the tongue is lightly touched. Listen, what a perfect pronunciation. I put the perfume on my slender wrists, and the faint fragrance was like simple and pure comfort. The sun's 45-degree angle illuminates the enchanting corners of my eyes and eyebrows. I'm Suo Wei.