C568 Plant smashed

Cuihua was still as beautiful as ever. Her pair of black eyes were filled with intelligence, her long eyelashes resembled a feather fan.

Those eyes were gentle, persistent, and also loving. Her thin hand stroked my bare neck as she placed most of her body on her shoulder.

The woman's body was warm, warm, soothing, and still exuded the fragrance of wild pear blossoms