The Romance of a Sma

Li Wanguyou helplessly cupped a spoonful of thick soapberry broth in his hand, smearing it upwards as he muttered curses under his breath.,However, the memories of his former master had not yet been fully absorbed and integrated. Many things he still needed to ponder for a moment in his mind before he could understand.,Jiāng's neck was stiff as he twisted it from side to side, taking in the scene. It was still that same bathhouse: blue-tiled roof, whitewashed walls, and on a wooden rack beside him hung his own long robe, freshly taken off...。