Chapter 55

oor to the room swung open.A tall figure entered, carrying a bucket and with his upper body bare. A towel hung limply over his shoulder.The candlelight seemed to coat his well-defined, broad-shouldere...the dirty porridge that had spilled on the ground and put it back into the pot: "My porridge!"Níngyuán also panted heavily as she rushed to the thief's face, angrily reaching out to grab the collar of...