lost soul past life 01
The lights are on,
The moon sits on the treetops,
Cover your mouth and laugh secretly,
The stars are obscured by shy clouds,
Birds looked curiously from side to side on the grass,
lush water plants,
The reeds sway in the evening wind,
water waves on the creek,
Glittering in the faint starlight,
A breeze blows,
The mirror-like surface of the water undulates,
The fish swam to the surface in groups,
Breathing in the fresh air with your mouth open,
Occasionally there are fish jumping out of the water,
Turned over and fell into the water again,
Arouse circles of ripples,
The splash of the creek and the fine grain of sand,
Knead out some fine murmurs,
zigzag lotus pond,
The spring breeze blows slowly,
at a glance,
full of connected dense green leaves,
The leaves are close to each other side by side,
It seems like a slim lady\'s skirt is swaying,
It is imagined as a woman who came out of an ancient ink painting,
With a touch of sadness, neither charming nor glamorous,
But it is ice muscle and jade bone, fresh and dusty,
A frown and a smile are all soul-stirring,
A slight cool breeze moves slowly,
There are wisps of fragrance flowing,
Beneath the dense leaves is a babbling stream of water,
The moonlight on the lotus pond is like flowing water,
Quietly drains on this whole leaf,\'
The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,
like a mirage,
The mountains are rolling up and down,
looming, smoky,
like a paradise on earth,
The trees near and far surround the lotus pond,
The dim moonlight shone through the tree cracks,
Pieces of green in different shades,
Like patches of green misty ocean,
There is a small stream beside the lotus pond,
The stream is microwaved and crystal clear,
The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,
As if singing the symphony of spring,
Underwater small fish swaying gracefully,
Naughty blowing little bubbles,
The wind caressed all kinds of flowers and plants by the stream,
Sometimes I bend the flowers and plants gently,
Sometimes the flowers and plants are gently raised,
As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,
Those little green grasses who just stuck their heads out,
Watching the outside world cautiously,
There is a bow bridge over the creek,
The long branches on the side of the bridge hang down into strings and fall into the stream,
The flowers follow the breeze,
danced lightly,
The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,
attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,
Can\'t tell which is a flower and which is a butterfly
The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.
The cicadas on the trees and the frogs in the lotus pond,
Like the melody of musical notes beating on Geum-hyun,
Compose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,
Room equipment of 147 Hot Spring B&B,
They are all distributed and supplied by the equipment rental workshop of Men in Black B&B.
Wednesday night,
Undine came out of the bathroom,
Standing in front of the oval MR automatic makeup mirror in the boudoir,
Height 166 cm,
Weight 55 kg,
Bust 84 cm,
Waist 58 cm,
long face,
short hair shawl,
long eyebrows,
The eyes are long and slightly curved,
Eyes watery, with a slight blush all around,
The eyes are shaped like peach blossoms, with long eyelashes, and the ends of the eyes are slightly upturned.
The pupils often squinted upwards, the black and white are not clear, the eyes seem to be drunk but not drunk,
It feels a little hazy and strange,
delicate nose,
Prominent lips
The front of the chest is shaking, shaking and elastic,
Adhering to the exquisitely carved peaches, hanging bean-like pink buds,
Slightly bulging pink belly,
smooth and smooth,
Like hot steamed buns just out of the oven,
Two powdered lotus root-like legs,
Close to the soft tofu-like scallops,
Looking at a naked white and hairless mermaid in the mirror,
Undine\'s heart is a little turbulent,
Every night when the moon is deep and the wind is high,
I will be woken up by the sound of the distant waves and the rustling of fallen leaves,
lustful flesh,
I madly miss the warm embrace of men,
In a few years we will be forty years old,
Feel the sands of time passing by,
Ten small claws caressed unconsciously,
The smooth and delicate body that has been artificially sculpted by the doctor bead of Shui Oh Intelligent Cosmetic Clinic once,
Undine\'s body is soft and boneless,
Smooth, white and red skin,
A little bit of water has flowed out,
The smooth and delicate body exudes a charm-like heat,
In the dim light of the room,
With mature woman charm
unmatched by young girls,
Unknowingly the excitement surged up,
Sparks began to fly from Undine\'s slightly opened eyes,
The three thousand hair strands on the top of the head are scattered and flying with the shaking,
On the left and right sides of the inner door of the boudoir,
The turning heron lantern imitating the painting of a lady is slowly rotating,
In the bright MR automatic makeup mirror,
Showing a winding mountain scene,
You can also clearly distinguish the toothed tree shadows and the abrupt rocks...
