At this time, the white cherry blossom snow did not have the appearance of an iceberg beauty.

The emerald crown had long since fallen, and her green silk was scattered on her chest, behind her shoulders, and her eyes were as seductive as if she could speak.

The red cheeks were hot, the red lips were trembling, and the folded shirt was large.

It can only be described as a living color.

"Let's go, let's go......

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