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.,With a deafening roar, the hot water in the bathtub flew everywhere, and steam billowed.。