In the center room of Qingxin residence, a graceful, full, plump and tall woman, free from dust and vulgarity, with beautiful figure and smooth skin, sat on an indoor stool, with the snow of lotus white, her arms trembling gently against the round table.

`Hoarse...'uuuuuuuuuuuu Beauty's tears, I see you pity, see her beautiful, moist goose egg face, tears like rain, end is crying into a tear.

'squeaky!' With a sound, the door opened. Chen Jiuyi's face was surprised and distressed. "Mulan, you..." What's wrong with you? Why did you cry like this? Who on earth made you angry? You tell me, I am angry for you! "

"Fool, what's...