It is said that there are many beauties in the capital and many romantic young people.
I passed through thousands of flowers, but not a single leaf touched me.
It is said that people with pink peach blossom makeup are more delicate than flowers.
When the rouge and porcelain are shattered, thousands of green peaks come.
It is said that when I first met you, the flowers were falling and the season was chaotic.
In the past, there was rouge porcelain, and the secret color recognized your face.
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When the love and hatred that lasts a lifetime~~
When everything in the past has become empty,
When everything in the future has not yet come,
Where to go? Where to go? ————Who and the choice...
One day, an unscrupulous painter finished painting a picture of a beautiful woman. He held the painting and rubbed it in front of a poor girl. He sighed and said, "Beauty is like a flower in the clouds."
A certain woman narrowed her eyes and said with shameless disdain, "You're just showing off!"
An unscrupulous painter blinked his eyes and made a flirtatious look: "To show off, you have to have something to sell. Boss, do you have something to sell?"
A certain woman: "..."
Turn around————
He looked up to the sky and roared with laughter, taking action when it was time to take action.
After roaring, he looked at the unscrupulous bird with a lewd look on his face, ? Mirage? Episode??
Someone unscrupulous: "Shopkeeper, are you dreaming again?"
A certain girl continued to stare blankly and drooled everywhere.
Someone is unscrupulous: "As ugly as you are, you are still a fool!"
A certain woman narrowed her eyes, raised her head to the sky and roared again.
Since ancient times, no one has ever died. He will die under the peonies.
After roaring, he turned around and bit someone's lips.
In short, this is a romantic story about a sultry, coquettish nymphomaniac who pounces on a tsundere, dark and voluptuous man.
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