"Chen Jiu, are they beautiful now?" Bai Litou, red, lazy, half-squinting eyes of butterflies, fascinated. Drunk in happiness, stay in Shengxian, she still remembers the little triumph.

Yes, as a woman, she can achieve this state, fully qualified to be proud, because this is her own pride, is her own most beautiful blossom!

"Beauty, you are now the most beautiful woman in the world!" As an artist, Chen Jiu has been carving beautiful women for half a day. Naturally, he must be sure that the fruits of his work are the fruit of his work.

"So you're not going to draw it right away. What if somebody's not beautiful for...