The weather was cold, but the little maid was busy and sweating profusely.,"Returning to master, I helped you bathe." The young maidservant Meilan blushed, her small face flushed. It was unclear if it was from the heat of working or something else entirely.,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...。