Mao Xiaotong holds an oil paper umbrella and murmurs about her longing in the misty rain of the river
Mao Xiaotong held an umbrella in her hand, with a graceful figure and slightly raised willow eyebrows. Her eyes were full of affection, with a just right smile, and her every move was full of charm. By the West Lake, there are oil paper umbrellas, a stream of misty rain, and a boat full of lovers.
Publish:2025-04-04 |
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