Xuanlong Diplomat Residence.
Majestic dance, deft and beautiful like waves.
After makeup and cleaning, skin fresh and fragrant like orchids, the clear shadow half hidden in the smoke.
The ethereal beauty was as if a fairy had stepped out of a painting; it restrained the breath of those who saw her, afraid that any slight noise would startle the beauty back into the painting.
Zhao Wuyou today, dressed lightly, not wearing her favorite red robe dancing skirt.
Wearing a white peony scented lace, with a few ribbons tied, her fragrant shoulders, beautiful back were all exposed, her eyes twinkled, and clear waves fluttered.
Lu Bei: (눈_눈)
One by one, they all knew that he, Master Lu, was composed, and guarded, that's why they kept trying to flirt with him.
Too outrageous!
Try that again next time.
The music stopped.
