The peach blossoms are shallow and deep, like makeup with even shades. The spring breeze helps the broken heart and blows off the white clothes.
I walked through the dim hall in the afternoon. The clear blue silk, as bright as the thin wings of a dragonfly, stirred with the airflow when the door opened and closed, casting a huge shadow on the ground. Deep in the layers of silk curtains, the ordinary breathing can be faintly heard, exhaling and inhaling. The mint of Yuancao spreads lightly, revealing the old wounds.
Many years later, she still remembered how that eighteen-year-old man with peach blossom eyes made her heart beat.
He stretched out the hand holding the riding crop, and the twill of the gold jacquard was looming on the cuffs. Facing the afternoon sun, it was blooming with dazzling splendor. The silk material was so tightly woven that with a slight fold, different shades of color immediately appeared. His fingers brushed her earlobe, and he straightened the hibiscus velvet flower with his hand. There was a scorching temperature, and the rough texture of the riding crop rubbed the smooth neck under her ear, tickling and nakedly transmitting the dilated vagina.
The prosperity is like running water. This life is as beautiful as a dream and desolate.
No responsibility drifts away... Please ignore me