C159 Falling Clouds(2)

Nie QIao looked at the two married girls as if they were holding a zither in a painting. They were both thin and fair skinned. If it wasn't for the prince telling him who it was, he really would have thought it was a lady of some sort. It looked like a painting that had grown a little bit more white and tender, and because it had always been a little gluttonous and was rather pleasing to the eye