lt;lt;Waste Material

The scar-faced man's grin widened, his large hand reaching towards Zi Da Hong's bright red bellyband.,The young woman before me had a full head of jewels and vibrant rouge, possessing a perfect oval face that was fair. Her willow-like eyebrows and star-like eyes were beautiful, but her face was marred by black spots and pimples of varying sizes, making her appear as ugly as a ghost at first glance.,Li Qianzi sneered, it was Li Qianzi, but she was no longer the dead and ugly waste that she once was.。