The wife of a promin

The man who came rushing in was like a piece of white jade, wearing a loose ice-purple silk robe that barely contained his clearly defined chest.,"What did you do to my bed" he exclaimed, a spray of water droplets scattering from his freshly washed hair.,The boy tugged his hair, "That probably won't work, I estimate that I'll be going back to China during Qingming. I probably won't have time to light incense for you."。