The cultivation of taste art 71

**Taste the art of cultivation 71** It was a hot summer day and a young woman was sitting by the window. She was wearing a white shirt that was open, revealing a lace bra underneath. Her legs were crossed, her knees were slightly apart, and she was wearing high heels. Her hair was spread over her shoulders, and her eyes were looking out the window, seeming to be thinking about something. This woman is beautiful, her body is slender, her skin is fair, and her hair is dark and shiny. She has the charm of a mature woman, and her every move is full of amorous feelings. Who is this woman? Is she a model, an actress, or a singer? It doesn't matter who she is, what matters is that she is a beautiful woman, a woman with taste. She sat by the window and admired the scenery outside the window. She saw a couple walking down the street, holding hands and talking and laughing. She saw a man playing guitar on the roadside and singing a beautiful song. She saw a child playing in the park with an innocent smile on his face. The woman looked out the window, her thoughts drifting far away. She thinks about her past, she thinks about her present, she thinks about her future. She thought of the people she had loved before, she thought of the people she loved now, and she thought of the people she would love in the future. This woman thinks about a lot, she thinks about her own life, she thinks about her dreams, she thinks about her own pursuits. She thought about the life she wanted, she thought about the person she wanted to be, and she thought about the things she wanted to have. This woman thinks a lot, she thinks everything about herself. She thought about her body, she thought about her soul, she thought about her thoughts. She thought about everything about herself, she thought about who she was. Who is this woman? It doesn't matter who she is, what matters is that she is a beautiful woman, a woman with taste. She sat by the window and admired the scenery outside the window. She saw a couple walking down the street, holding hands and talking and laughing. She saw a man playing guitar on the roadside and singing a beautiful song. She saw a child playing in the park with an innocent smile on his face. The woman looked out the window, her thoughts drifting far away. She thinks about her past, she thinks about her present, she thinks about her future. She thought of the people she had loved before, she thought of the people she loved now, and she thought of the people she would love in the future. This woman thinks about a lot, she thinks about her own life, she thinks about her dreams, she thinks about her own pursuits. She thought about the life she wanted, she thought about the person she wanted to be, and she thought about the things she wanted to have. This woman thinks a lot, she thinks everything about herself. She thought about her body, she thought about her soul, she thought about her thoughts. She thought about everything about herself, she thought about who she was. Who is this woman? It doesn't matter who she is, what matters is that she is a beautiful woman, a woman with taste.