C291 Water Tiger
Splash!
Droplets cascaded down in abundance.
Zhang Ping glimpsed a pair of pale, delicate heels.
His gaze instinctively traveled upward, and soon his pupils mirrored a blinding whiteness...
Amitabha!
Form is emptiness, emptiness is form...
Zhang Ping silently withdrew and carefully replaced the manhole cover.
In the bathroom, Zhu Hongfang, mid-shampoo, detected a faint noise behind her
