The delicate lines, make one's heart race. Hair like seaweed, obscures the longed-for face.,"Well! This talent is truly good! His gaze fell on that small red mole, and his eyes suddenly widened. He hurriedly pushed it away with his left shoulder, then snatched the newspaper, staring intently at the back of the other person's shirt, his face flushing red with embarrassment. He innocently blinked, remembering yesterday's occasional prank in the suite, his scalp tingling.",Taipei's most prosperous commercial gold zone, towering buildings reaching for the clouds.。