The Romance of a Sma

Li Wanguyou helplessly cupped a spoonful of thick soapberry broth in his hand, smearing it upwards as he muttered curses under his breath.,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.,"Well, it's actually leopard print," Li Wangyu blurted out involuntarily.。