Jie Ma Xing
The thirteenth girl is soft and graceful, her hair is combed in a bun with a golden hairpin.
We will go to Qingcong on Kangqu Road tomorrow and try our best at the banquet.
Staring and walking back and forth, the flowers and clouds dance in the wind.
The fragrant lips cover the ground and whistle like apes, the brocade shoes sweep over the buildings and fly into swallows...
Volume 1 and Volume 2 are two separate short stories.
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