Mansion Wing Chunhua Parachute Blouse 소설 & 이야기

So, "WHAT EXACTLY WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO HERE!!!!???" Su Lan sat in the bed and stared at her jade bracelet wondering how it works. Her bracelet suddenly lights up and she disappears from her bed. Once she opens her eyes again she sees a large space or more accurately a small world. There was a Chinese ancient style manor with fog in the back covering up everything. Su Lan walked up to the manor and pushed open the gates. As the gates open, a light pops up and an image of a young man in a blue and white hanfu outfit with silver embroidery appears.

'We’ll make love and then I'll send out for some sushi. The bathroom was immacluate, the shower hot and refreshing. After she had anointed her body with jasmine-scented lotion, she draped herself in the splendid cream kimono Kan reserved especially for her. Padded and lined with crimson silk, it was rich with embroidered chrysanthemums and applique birds outlined with gilt thread. The hanging sleeves were wide, and she fastened a magnificent obi round her waist. It was the attire of a court concubine, and Karen could feel herself changing, taking tiny steps, moving modestly, eyes cast down.

replied Nestie and he went towards the restroom with his paper bag in hand. It took a while, but the women came out of the changing room in full costume. Lisa was wearing a light yellow gown with translucent outer garment meant to look like wings of an insect while Celie was wearing an elegant white gown with intricate embroidery and little pearls sewn around the body. “That color suits you well, Lisa love,” remarked Celie as she looked at her cousin. Lisa lifted her arms and let her translucent wings flutter. She also looked at the elegant gown of her cousin and praised her as well. “You’re not too bad as well, Celie! You look ready to join the long gown competition of a beauty pageant.”

After breakfast, Ming Yue changed her clothes. The weather was warm since it was May, so Ming Yue changed to white blouse, firm V neck with blue colored bunny picture on the middle of the blouse and light blue jeans that reached to her knees. Ming Yue looked at herself in the mirror before nodding in satisfaction. She didn't do much with her black hair, just combed it and split it at the middle. Ming Yue was not the type to like skirt. In her past life, skirt meant danger. Her adopted father would find a way to molest her when she wore a skirt and because of it, Ming Yue always wore pants that reached to her knees or trousers. She never wore shorts.

A silhouette of a man in a black suit walks down from the carriage and stops at the side of the door, waiting to assist a silver-haired lady in red and the black-haired lady in green who walk down the carriage one by one with their husband's assistance. Zhu Wushang walked arm in arm with both of his wives side by side. Followed by Yun Xi who wore a working suit like an office lady who was leading Adrian by the hand. After that, it’s Aurelia in a scientist gown and Chen FuMing in a salaryman-like suit, lastly Gold and Silver the twin in maid uniforms.

She scrambled off her tub, her small hand reaching for the heavy iron ladle hanging on the brick wall. It wasn't an eastern guard. Luna Ling Zhou stepped through the narrow cedar archway. She had taken off her dark gray riding coat. Now, she wore a simple, unadorned wool dress of dull, slate blue. It was the cheap, heavy cloth the lower families wore when they worked the sheep pens. The beautiful jade pins were gone from her braids, replaced by a cheap horn comb that didn't make a sound when she moved her head. She looked much smaller down here, under the low, dark timber beams. The greasy yellow light of the lard lamps caught the sharp lines of her pale face.

My Henderson-tailored shirt lay near the door, its buttons completely ruined from where Zayden had torn it open in his frantic desire. Sighing, I walked over to his grand walk-in closet, pulling out a thick, dark silk robe that smelled faintly of his signature scent—mint and expensive wood. I wrapped it around myself, tying the belt tightly around my waist as I walked over to the sweeping floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the manicured grounds of the estate.

Gibson slowly opened the gift box, and when she saw the cheongsam fabric, her eyes lit up involuntarily. Thea explained, "This is a double-sided plain embroidered fabric with hidden flowers. Originally, I thought it would be perfect for Mrs. Gibson, as her temperament is as serene as a chrysanthemum, and this plain color suits her best. However, after making the cheongsam, I changed my mind. I hand-embroidered a little something at the waist. Take a look, do you like it?"

He looked at Mo Zixiao and said, "Uncle Mo, are you really blind from your old age?" "Didn't they just stand here and chat? Can they do something else here?" "Young master, we were just talking about you and we kept asking you where you were. I didn't expect you to come back!" Mu Yan lowered his head and said. "Xiao, you're back!" Feng Yue was wearing a white dress. Her long black hair was casually draped over her shoulders, making her look like a blooming white lotus. She was extremely beautiful. Mo Zixiao walked straight over from between them, took off his coat, and put it on her. He said softly, "You haven't fully recovered yet. It's windy outside. I'll take you back to your room!"

Rubbing his jaw, he picked himself up and prayed that the lady wouldn't be found, unlike last time. - - - The maze seemed endless and every turn she took, it was one dead end after another. It was getting irritating. Why would Emile even point her here? Every twist and turn seemed all the same to her, but one right turn finally got her someplace, a small fountain in the middle of the maze. The statue resembled a weeping angel with wings that were cut off, its feet shackled. She couldn't help but remember her own situation: she too was shackled in this hell house. Approaching the statue, she saw another one of those cards from earlier. This one depicted a skeleton hanging upside down, and it