C305 November(3)

It was a small stage, full of red plum blossoms. Snowflakes scattered down, making the red plum blossoms even more crystalline and petite, as if they were blood red.

Below the stage, there were already people coming and going, a large number of people crowded together. Not only were the men watching, but there were also many women who were pouting and talking about vixens. At the same time