"Sir, please come in. The lady has been waiting for you for a long time." A maid said cleverly. Hey, isn't this the maid in the toilet who said about menstruation?
Yaohua smiled faintly at the maid. The maid blushed with embarrassment, lowered her head, grabbed her lapel, and walked away embarrassedly.
Jie Hua reflected on it, was her smile so charming?
If I were really a man, wouldn’t I be able to capture all the women in the world by myself?
Which man can understand a woman’s heart as well as I do!
However, fortunately, I am not a man, otherwise I would be a disaster and a murderer.
Yaohua walked into the princess's bedroom again. There was a scent here. It was peach blossoms. The peach blossoms were lightly fragrant.
Yuhua is particularly sensitive to scents
It is summer now, and peach blossoms bloom in spring. Where do the peach blossoms come from?
As his eyes wandered, weren't there a few water-pink peach blossoms in the vase beside the table?!
Pink and tender as a spring break...
Who is this cold smoke? Could it be that the God of Flowers is reincarnated? He can actually pick peach blossoms that are out of season...
Looking again, what is more beautiful than this peach blossom is the person at the table!
With her waist straightened out, she sat on the edge of the bed. The water-pink gauze feather coat matched perfectly with the peach blossom color.
Spring color, is it better to see the spring color in a vase or the spring color of a woman beside the bed?
They match each other and make a painting...
This Han Yan is really quite sentimental...even the hairpin and earrings are pink, making her look like a pink beauty...
Delicate yet dignified, luxurious yet not rigid...
This kind of woman makes Yu Hua more and more attractive and comfortable to look at...
Of course, Jiehua is speaking from an aesthetic point of view...
"The beauty of the peach is as bright as its blossoms," Yuhua blurted out. She even suspected that these two lines in the Book of Songs came from this woman...
"The young master saw it and Yan'er had dinner with the young master." Han Yan smiled frequently and looked even more delicate.
Yan'er - she already calls herself Yan'er, which puts a lot of pressure on Jiehua
I'm afraid that the deeper I fall in, the more harm I will do to others if I walk away--
Han Yan found a liquid in the wine glasses of Xiehua and himself. This time Xiehua sniffed it cautiously. It was not wine or an aphrodisiac.