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.,"Who are you, and how do you know me" Su Changqing guardedly moved backward.,"You dirty scoundrel! You, you rascal!" Su Changqing's tears were welling up. "Get out! Get out now!"。