Wednesday at 9
From the depths of the valley and steppe,
Thousands of horses galloped like a flood,
Thousands of oysters surging,
Two weeks after the anniversary of the P.H. Fishing Port Cooperative Society,
trembling all over,
Drops of water dripping down the leaves,
swarming out from the horse' s eye,
Mei Zizhi was hit by Qiankaduo and flew into the clouds,
Two naked sticks tightly...
Echoing the entire golden house space,
Only the kitten meows softly,
The ever-flowing water droplets,
Slip through the space and become a wetland,
Mei Zizhi arched her small body,
The petite panting meow,
Wet, moist, shiny black fluff,
Hold tight to Chankado' s hair,
L,
Mei Zizhi contracted and sucked unconsciously,
Fluttering, floating between heaven and earth,
The whole person feels as if reduced to ashes,
The sheets were wet from sheet to sheet,
Ten slender fingers stretched out,
stick tightly...
The whole body twists up and down involuntarily, left and right,
Wet down the glossy hibiscus orchid fluff,
Spasmodic pleasure,
A white light flashed before my eyes, a little bit of Venus,
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At this moment,
The turbulent translucent milky spring water,
The spring breeze flutters across the plain grass,
huilian Cave,
From the throat from time to time some meaningless characters,
Clouds and mists lightly fill the left and right mountain peaks,
Like leaves in the autumn wind,