The little rabbit found Shabi a white shirt with a small lotus leaf stand-up collar and a zippered placket. The milky white fabric exuded a seemingly transparent but integrated bright white, which made Shabi’s whole body in a clear and purplish aperture.
This color is very suitable for Shabi. When she came out this morning, she also chose a pair of white hot pants. The woman always secretly wanted to set herself off a little white. Whether it was the refreshing perfume or the eternal white popular tone in the clothing, it all contained the woman's yearning for cleanliness, purity and elegance that she longed for deep inside.
But for the sake of a narcissistic love for themselves, women often have to step on the black mud to reach it. Therefore, women often become a strange category. They have an almost paranoid and crazy pursuit of beauty. The patience of playing with beauty, decorating themselves, and consuming time is enough to make men amazed. On the other hand, they are so easy to tarnish the noble dream in their hearts and get involved in the simplest and cheapest betrayal of themselves.
The little rabbit then found a skirt for Shabby, which was a small plaid dress with a red base and black border, and the skirt edges were on the knees, giving Shabby's unslim legs a graceful feeling.
When this outfit was new to decorate Shabi, Shabi was suddenly shrouded in an unviolable and arrogant color. When she watched herself in front of the mirror, the woman in the mirror reflected was almost as noble as a fairy that was not possessed and enjoyed in the dust.
The little rabbit then used a hair dryer to clean Shabi's slightly wet hair, and then used a comb to combed Shabi's hair on his forehead into a light bang, then traced Shabi's eyebrows in turn, clamped his eyelashes, applied eyeshadow, blush, and lipstick.
After all, the little rabbit is professional. Today, Shabi came out and just did some light makeup. After the processing by the little rabbit's hand, a brilliant and sexy Shabi appeared in front of the mirror in a completely different way.
Have you ever had such a beautiful woman in the world?
Shabby looked at herself in the mirror and almost didn't believe in her eyes. It was a kind of dream of a woman, but the dream was right in front of her, and this dream was still attached to her body. Is this true?
A pair of eyes that were slightly narrowed and sometimes as deep as the sky on a spring night flashed with the rippling waves of mirage, containing a pool of abundant water mist that could condense into drops of water at any time and flow out of the eyes.
Shabi never noticed that her small nose was so delicate, petite and cute. She didn't believe that this straight and flexible nose really belonged to her, so she deliberately wrinkled the tip of her nose, and fine wrinkles were wrinkled on the tip of her pink nose. It was so cute, just like a woman who was too smooth would lose her strong smell. Several small lines floating on a wrinkled nose are the most real and sexy background color for women.
The lipstick emits a glittering red blush like red cherries, wrapping Shabby's lips tightly in a pomegranate-like color and thin like grape skin.
Shabby's wide cheeks are very conducive to the embellishment of blush, and the two plain cheeks are decorated as delicate as a field covered with snow. A diffuse blush is reflected on it, just like the warm and dazzling touch of a red lantern hanging on the snow.
Such a woman can only be worshipped in the window, locked in the jewelry box, and treasured in the sealed container. Any natural wind and rain are unnecessary erosion to her, and any troubles in the world are extra contempt for her, and even make people feel that any existence of a man is annihilation of her luster.
The best presence of a woman is an angel.
Angels have no lust, which is really a contradiction between human beings.
Humans are a product of lust, but the final result of alienation is that people often despise lust spiritually and are willing to find a pure land where lust has never joined, carrying their own leisure thoughts about the pure spirit.
The woman produced under the hands of the little rabbit, this woman named Shabi, has reached the peak of the highest beauty of human beings and the holiest end.
The ever-disharmonious conflict between human spirit and flesh is repeated again at this moment.
This color is very suitable for Shabi. When she came out this morning, she also chose a pair of white hot pants. The woman always secretly wanted to set herself off a little white. Whether it was the refreshing perfume or the eternal white popular tone in the clothing, it all contained the woman's yearning for cleanliness, purity and elegance that she longed for deep inside.
But for the sake of a narcissistic love for themselves, women often have to step on the black mud to reach it. Therefore, women often become a strange category. They have an almost paranoid and crazy pursuit of beauty. The patience of playing with beauty, decorating themselves, and consuming time is enough to make men amazed. On the other hand, they are so easy to tarnish the noble dream in their hearts and get involved in the simplest and cheapest betrayal of themselves.
The little rabbit then found a skirt for Shabby, which was a small plaid dress with a red base and black border, and the skirt edges were on the knees, giving Shabby's unslim legs a graceful feeling.
When this outfit was new to decorate Shabi, Shabi was suddenly shrouded in an unviolable and arrogant color. When she watched herself in front of the mirror, the woman in the mirror reflected was almost as noble as a fairy that was not possessed and enjoyed in the dust.
The little rabbit then used a hair dryer to clean Shabi's slightly wet hair, and then used a comb to combed Shabi's hair on his forehead into a light bang, then traced Shabi's eyebrows in turn, clamped his eyelashes, applied eyeshadow, blush, and lipstick.
After all, the little rabbit is professional. Today, Shabi came out and just did some light makeup. After the processing by the little rabbit's hand, a brilliant and sexy Shabi appeared in front of the mirror in a completely different way.
Have you ever had such a beautiful woman in the world?
Shabby looked at herself in the mirror and almost didn't believe in her eyes. It was a kind of dream of a woman, but the dream was right in front of her, and this dream was still attached to her body. Is this true?
A pair of eyes that were slightly narrowed and sometimes as deep as the sky on a spring night flashed with the rippling waves of mirage, containing a pool of abundant water mist that could condense into drops of water at any time and flow out of the eyes.
Shabi never noticed that her small nose was so delicate, petite and cute. She didn't believe that this straight and flexible nose really belonged to her, so she deliberately wrinkled the tip of her nose, and fine wrinkles were wrinkled on the tip of her pink nose. It was so cute, just like a woman who was too smooth would lose her strong smell. Several small lines floating on a wrinkled nose are the most real and sexy background color for women.
The lipstick emits a glittering red blush like red cherries, wrapping Shabby's lips tightly in a pomegranate-like color and thin like grape skin.
Shabby's wide cheeks are very conducive to the embellishment of blush, and the two plain cheeks are decorated as delicate as a field covered with snow. A diffuse blush is reflected on it, just like the warm and dazzling touch of a red lantern hanging on the snow.
Such a woman can only be worshipped in the window, locked in the jewelry box, and treasured in the sealed container. Any natural wind and rain are unnecessary erosion to her, and any troubles in the world are extra contempt for her, and even make people feel that any existence of a man is annihilation of her luster.
The best presence of a woman is an angel.
Angels have no lust, which is really a contradiction between human beings.
Humans are a product of lust, but the final result of alienation is that people often despise lust spiritually and are willing to find a pure land where lust has never joined, carrying their own leisure thoughts about the pure spirit.
The woman produced under the hands of the little rabbit, this woman named Shabi, has reached the peak of the highest beauty of human beings and the holiest end.
The ever-disharmonious conflict between human spirit and flesh is repeated again at this moment.
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