The Romance of a Sma

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...,"Who are you, and how do you know me" Su Changqing guardedly moved backward.,"Well, it's actually leopard print," Li Wangyu blurted out involuntarily.。