He wore a short, blue tunic and a white robe. Though made of cloth, it was neatly arranged and looked refreshingly clean. Beads of sweat had already gathered on his forehead, and his face flushed red.,"I dare not." The little maid began to prepare to cry again, but this time Li Wanguo didn't take the bait. He directly pushed her out of the bathhouse and shut the wooden door.,With a deafening roar, the hot water in the bathtub flew everywhere, and steam billowed.。