The Romance of a Sma

The weather was cold, but the little maid was busy and sweating profusely.,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.,The next moment, the person in front of him let out another cry of surprise and abruptly crouched down, pushing the object back into the bathtub.。