Jiāng's neck was stiff as he twisted it from side to side, taking in the scene. It was still that same bathhouse: blue-tiled roof, whitewashed walls, and on a wooden rack beside him hung his own long robe, freshly taken off...,After the sound of the sharp numbers, Su Changqing suddenly reacted, hurriedly clasped his hands in front of him, and looked at the red-clothed young man sitting in the bath tub with fear.,The next moment, the person in front of him let out another cry of surprise and abruptly crouched down, pushing the object back into the bathtub.。