Chen Shaobei passed by the soldiers' bathing area as usual.
They were all hot-blooded young men, so there was no need for privacy when bathing. The area had always been an open-air tent.
But this time, as Chen Shaobei passed, someone came stumbling out, clutching their clothes, and ran right into him.
Jiang Zhi cried out in pain as she hit the hard Iron Armor.
She was already in a panic. Her wet hair was plastered to her face, and when she looked up and saw it was Chen Shaobei, her face turned pale with fright and guilt.
"What are you running from?" His voice was cold.
Just as he spoke, the voices of Wang Er and a group of soldiers sounded from behind Jiang Zhi.
They ran out, bare-chested. "Brother Jiang, what's the rush? Look at those skinny arms and legs! Let your big brother give you a good scrub. What's there to be shy about!"
Jiang Zhi gritted her teeth, kept her head down, and bolted.
