After taking a few tram stops, Zhong Yue followed the navigation and entered an indescribable street.

In Japan, although the red light industry was officially banned twenty years ago, there are many places where there are special industrial chains with a clever name. However, tourists are prohibited from taking photos in these places, otherwise the elder brother of the left Qinglong and the right White Tiger will invite you to have tea.

The doors of each specialty "culinary shop" are open to the streets, and there are young and beautiful girls sitting inside. Under the lights, these girls who dress up and wear makeup are like tempting dishes, waiting for customers to choose.

Whenever a male customer walks by the side, he will wave to you enthusiastically. Zhong Yue, a Chinese tourist who has never seen the world, has become the target of their recruitment. Of course, there will be no such thing as attracting customers on the street, and everything is voluntary.

Of course, Zhong Yue's destination was not here, and he walked towards the front without stopping. When Tam Yongzhi followed behind, he couldn't help feeling a little ashamed when he walked into this street.

How could their... be so big... Tan Yongzhi looked down at her breasts, sighed, raised her head cleanly, looked for Zhong Yue's back, and then followed quickly. When this place came, it made people blush. Whether it was a man or a woman blushed when she came, because she felt ashamed of herself...

Zhong Yue looked at the blue arrow on the navigation, stopped, and looked up at the sign above - Xiaming Hot Spring.

It's here.

The invitation letter from Jiangkou Chongchi did not say that someone invited me, but a license plate engraved with "The Famous Hot Spring". Zhong Yue didn't understand why he came to invite him to take a hot spring, but Zhong Yue believed that this guy was not just trying to get close to him, but must have a purpose.

In fact, most baths are separated by men and women, not in the hearts of the Chinese people. The Yamato national bathhouses are all men, women, young and old, and everyone "faithfully" to wash together. Of course, there are also such bathhouses, but it is not easy to find...

It is called a hot spring here, but it is actually a bathhouse. After all, Zhong Yue didn’t find any information about “Xiaoming Hot Spring” on the Internet, which means it is not a worthwhile place.

Zhong Yue lifted the bamboo curtain and the cashier was a middle-aged woman. Zhong Yue went over silently and placed the wooden sign on the table. If the woman opened it, she would be whining about Japanese questions, and Zhong Yue planned to turn around and leave.

The woman stood up, shouted inside, and bowed to Zhong Yue again.

"?"

Zhong Yue bowed politely.

"Hello, hello."

"Hello." Zhong Yue looked at the bathhouse uncle.

"Here, come here."

Zhong Yue followed him into the right. The traditional Chinese word "Male Soup" on one side seems to represent a man entering here, not the kind of thing he imagined was washing together...

The uncle in the bathhouse greeted the passing customers from time to time and took Zhong Yue to the locker room.

Zhong Yue raised his eyebrows and came in, only one word - take off.

To be honest, for the first meeting, this is the way to meet. If it is placed in China, people will definitely think that this person is crazy.

By the time he came out of the locker room, Zhong Yue had already taken off all his legs, but in this place where the mist and steam lingered, it seemed like everyone was like this. The middle-aged uncle looked at Zhong Yue's appearance covering the bottom, giggled and handed a bottle of milk to Zhong Yue.

"Milk bath, is this bottle enough?"

“Drink.”

“…”

After the shower, the uncle of the bathhouse took Zhong Yue through the large bathhouse. There were many people lying on their backs, enjoying the stimulation and comfort brought to the skin by the hot water.

"Mr. Gushan is waiting for you inside."

"Thanks."

Zhong Yue lifted the curtain and saw a small bathhouse two meters square. This kind of bathing was quite popular if it was placed in China decades ago. However, in this era, except for some high-end clubs, most Chinese people will feel that bathing with others is embarrassing and unhygienic.

Zhong Yue saw the back leaning against the tiles.

The blue-red tattoo, like a dragon, crawled all over the body, from the neck to the arms that were placed on the tiles.

Damn it!

Zhong Yue was stunned, thinking about whether he had entered the wrong place, so he was about to turn around and leave.

The tattoo on it is definitely not the kind of small shrimps like street gangsters. Zhong Yue could see that the exquisiteness of this tattoo is comparable to an exquisite fine artwork.

Wow.

Just as Zhong Yue walked to the bamboo curtain and was about to leave, he heard a sound of water being stirred in his ears.

"The Chinese calligraphers are still so cowardly, with endless rules and brushwork imprisoned their souls. If you leave, don't appear in Japan again."

Zhong Yue put down his hand holding the curtain because the person behind him was speaking Chinese and because he mentioned calligraphy, it proved that he did not enter the wrong room.

Zhong Yue put a towel on his shoulder, took a sip of milk calmly, turned around and smiled, "Why didn't Mr. Gushan go to the bathhouse to take a shower?"

"People like me who have tattoos are not allowed to take a bath in a public bathhouse. What's wrong? Chinese boy, aren't you going to leave?"

"So, why are people with tattoos not allowed to enter public bathhouses like this?"

"Haha, I'm washing in the bathhouse, do others dare to wash it?"

Zhong Yue stepped into the bathhouse, and the water temperature began to be a little hot, but it was okay to get used to it. "So why did President Gushan think that I didn't leave because of your tattoo?"

The old man glanced at his arm and said, "Oh? Haha, I was rude."

Zhong Yue's neck was resting on the tiles, "I am a country of Chinese etiquette. This is your first meeting. It is not very friendly. On the contrary, it is indeed very rude." The cowardly Chinese boy made Zhong Yue very upset. It has been fifty years, and it sounds like calling the sick man from East Asia.

"The person who can write a yellow wine post is indeed extraordinary."

Zhong Yue closed his eyes and rested. He guessed it was indeed good, because the yellow wine post was not other factors. "I'm so embarrassed. My clumsy work was really written with the insignificant rules and brushwork that President Gushan said, which made you laugh."

The bathhouse was filled with steam. Zhong Yue also fought back mercilessly. He thought he had walked by the place, but he was afraid of causing the boss on the road, so he ran away in a mess. Since he was a calligraphy man and you invited me, then you were so arrogant that you were like 20,000 or 50,000, who would you like?

I'm here to see your face?
Chapter completed!