The Romance of a Sma

He wore a short, blue tunic and a white robe. Though made of cloth, it was neatly arranged and looked refreshingly clean. Beads of sweat had already gathered on his forehead, and his face flushed red.,"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.,She reached for the soap, but all she saw was a small bucket filled with yellowish-brown grease.。