The Romance of a Sma

"I dare not." The little maid began to prepare to cry again, but this time Li Wanguo didn't take the bait. He directly pushed her out of the bathhouse and shut the wooden door.,Li Wangyu was soaking in a hot bath, still grumbling about the unreliable driver who had sent him soul-transmigrating to the Tang Dynasty. He suddenly heard a sharp cry, followed by a black shadow appearing out of thin air.,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...。