Wet, moist, shiny black fluff,
n octopus pot, it expands and contracts freely,
At this moment,
From the throat from time to time some meaningless characters,
From the depths of the valley and steppe, tick tock,
Wet down the glossy hibiscus orchid fluff,
The peach blossom heart hidden in the depths, like an endless ocean,
the night is dark,
Indulge in indulgence and exude endless wildness,
Clouds and mists lightly fill the left and right mountain peaks,
A soft and charming
Thousands of oysters surging,
The big baby roams the ocean like a dragon,
The turbulent translucent milky spring water,
At this moment, the smooth prairie swayed frequently,
The ever-flowing water droplets,
The spring breeze flutters across the plain grass,
Echoing the entire golden house space,
Towards the peach blossom source Shuilian Cave,
galloping incessantly on the vast grassland,
The heart of the flower opened wide, and the jade door opened and closed like an oyster shell, shrunk and tightened.
Drops of water dripping down the leaves,
The petite panting meow,
Up and down, tightening and shrinking, like a bird flapping its left and right wings,
Thousands of horses galloped like a flood,
The sheets were wet from sheet to sheet,
swarming out from the horse' s eye,
The whole body twists up and down involuntarily, left and right,
Slip through the space and become a wetland,
Only the kitten meows softly,