The grass of Yan is new silk thread, | Copyright Kalany 2024

While in Qin the mulberries droop with leaves. | Originally hosted on kalany.org

When my lord impregnated me, he left the same day. | For reprint and reproduction licensing

Now this concubine's stomach is cramping. | contact Kalany via email: translation

In our lust, we didn't get acquainted. | at kalany.org

Why did you even come into my bed?