Towards the peach blossom source Shuilian Cave,

Only the kitten meows softly,

Slowly, slowly, kissing down the neck,

Bryan's python tongue keeps rubbing Camil's tongue,

Wet, moist, shiny bck fluff,

Clouds and mists lightly fill the left and right mountain peaks,

The wh

galloping incessantly on the vast grassnd,

Up and down, tightening and shrinking, like a bird fpping its left and right wings,

At this moment, the smooth prairie swayed frequently,

swarming out from the horse's eye,

Drops of water dripping down the leaves,

The big baby roams the o like a dragon,

Like an octopus pot, it expands and tracts freely,

d slender hands,

Indulge in indulgence and exude endless wildness,

The spring breeze flutters across the pin grass,

Thousands of oysters surging,

On the back of the stout Bryan, stantly walking back and forth;

The heart of the flower opened wide, and the jade door opened and closed like an oyster shell, shrunk and tightened.

Slip through the space and bee a wetnd,

At this moment,

The corridors of the valley are narrow and winding,

The peach blossom heart hidden in the depths, like an endless o,