I looked through the gap in the wall and saw a hint of purple.

Behind the four people is a woman.

This woman is wearing a purple cheongsam with several white flowers embroidered on it.

She faced me with her hands behind her back. She had a bunch of thick and long braided hair on her back. The braid was very long and had already exceeded her hips. The purple cheongsam had a big slit at the bottom. Her snow-white thighs were as if they were condensed fat, and they were like shadows.

Her waist is sunken, outlining a standard S-shaped figure.

This woman...

The momentum is too strong....

She was so strong that I didn't dare to look at her for a second time.

She stood just behind the four people, wearing a purple cheongsam with long braids, showing her nobility.

Xi'an poet Qin Huaihu's eyes are wild.

After he came in, he knelt on his knees with a thud, his head hitting the concrete floor and not daring to raise his head.

I swallowed hard.
Chapter completed!