Butterfly love flower dream in the red chamber

First, Jia Baoyu into the flowers incense is not turbidity, fast green yi red, just like the pavilion crane.Though naughty not dirty, who can make with you from scratch.Destined to sansheng without landing, green ridge peak, cast in the earth Angle.I hate that immortal woman, but I don’t like her.Two, Lin Daiyu stepped into Beijing…