盲斯特小姐

It was a very beautiful summer night. The moon was shone clearly on the still xystus.

They walked in the milky twilight, and the breeze fanned their hair and faces everywhere.

As he was humming a tune to himself, her corners of the mouth were spreading out with a gently slight pace.

Then unexpectedly, he pulled her right hand and started to rotate her body softly around and around.

With the spinning steps, the fire of July made them mellow until the break of dawn.