The Romance of a Sma

The weather was cold, but the little maid was busy and sweating profusely.,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 pity myself just paid the down payment for a mortgage, not knowing which bastard will be lucky enough to buy it from me.。