The Romance of a Sma

She reached for the soap, but all she saw was a small bucket filled with yellowish-brown grease.,I pity myself just paid the down payment for a mortgage, not knowing which bastard will be lucky enough to buy it from me.,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...。