The red candle burns high and the heavy curtain hangs low. The footsteps are staggered and the aroma of wine is flowing.
In the mirror is Xi Xiaotang's face.
The eyebrows are lightly swept, and the skin is like frost and fat. Also, the lips that couldn't stop trembling.
This face can make many men fall in love with her, but she can't find anyone willing to love her.
Conception: