C38 A Woman from a Brothel

The snow was falling, and the moon was beginning to fall. Plum Shadow was meditating on his Bamboo Water Chop. Pills lips do not raise eyebrows smile, gentle steps, soft words between the flowers. Everything happened naturally. You can't do it with a high branch. "" No, no. The brothel was decorated with elegant and refined decorations, and their hearts were at peace with each other