Li Wangyu was utterly astonished, staring at the man before him. He wore a soaked little suit, white briefs, and had unkempt hair.,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...,"You dirty scoundrel! You, you rascal!" Su Changqing's tears were welling up. "Get out! Get out now!"。