I looked at her, and there was no flaw in her yin and yang eyes.
She wore a dark red robe with gold piping and poppy decorations. Half-covered and half-opened, the curved figure is outlined perfectly and smoothly.
She is that young peach, and her dangling peach blossom eyes are God's most proud creation.
She told stories one after another, her voice ranging between hoarse and crisp, and it was unclear whether it was enchanting or pure.
She was like singing a Chu tune, and kept telling...