Night, Yanzi Tower.
Yu Yingying knelt down in front of the dressing table to undo her bun as usual, but there was a lotus hollow incense burner beside the table, which was producing smoke. The yellow candlelight fills the whole room, creating a dark mood. Suddenly, the candle shadow moved, and a new smell was mixed into the room, and a faint fragrance suddenly floated. I saw Yu Yingying in the bronze mirror holding an ivory comb in her hand. She paused for a moment, glanced at the top of the beam with her green eyes, and lightly raised her red lips. He thought: Today, I can catch you pervert!
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