The curtains in the main hall are luxurious, soft and soft, and the walls are hung with exquisite embroidery.
The whole black marble wall, just like this portrait, has an extremely strong sense of presence, especially when the portrait is a beautiful woman.
It belongs to Di Lin, or in other words, to Ma Fei. In short, he is the Demon King.
The long black hair slid down the armrests and front of the throne like mercury, and the brilliance of the gemstone earrings had a soft and cold color. Her beautiful fingers are clasping the wine glass, her eyes are slender, she lowers her eyes and stares at the wine glass casually, her expression is deep and lazy, and her rose lip color is very beautiful. White jade face, black clothes and black pants, red eyes, red lips, and red wine.
Excellent.
This expression is very universal and can be understood in any way. It is like looking into the mirror of desire, how you think about it, and what vision it gives you.
"Young man, who are you trying to seduce?" I walked past the portrait with disdain.
I couldn't help but turn back and look at it. I walked back, turned around again, and looked at it again.
Then, quietly give him the middle finger...