The Romance of a Sma

Li Wangyou really couldn't do something like asking a twelve or thirteen-year-old little girl to bathe him. After all, he was a good kid who grew up under the red flag.,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.,He craned his neck again, stiffly, toward the person standing in the tub.。