Xia Bo inserted 20 needles into the tissue paper, each needle deeper than the last.
Her hands were beautiful, and her fingers were slender and white as Jade.
Her transparent nails were neatly trimmed, and she looked like a beautiful painting with a needle in her hand.
Her movements were as smooth as floating clouds and flowing water, without any of the awkwardness and timidity of a beginner.
It was as if he had practiced this move thousands of times.
The last one stood on top of the wet tissues, like a Tai Chi pattern, but one could see that from the first to the last one, from high to low, they were arranged in order.
The first one was much higher than the last one by an inch.
[ that's amazing! ] I've been practicing for half a year, but I'm not as good as xiaxia! ]
