C1074 A Knife on the Head of Lust

It was a perfect piece of art that was as perfect as a piece of porcelain. Looking at the red lotus's face from the corner of his eyes, Robert could not help but secretly praise it.

The fair and beautiful face was not like the cream. It was smooth and delicate, and at the same time, it was emitting a sweet fragrance. Her moist cherry lips were adorned with white cherry blossoms