Huang Rong from The Return of the Condor Heroes: Guo'er, calm down.

Back at the inn, the atmosphere was somewhat somber.

That handshake in the theater was like a half-tear through the window paper between the two of them, and neither of them spoke.

"Fu'er, go and tell the waiter to prepare water. I want to take a bath."

Huang Rong gave an order and then hurriedly went into the inner room.

She desperately needed a bucket of hot water to wash away her fatigue and the lingering heat in her heart.

"Oh..." Guo Fu yawned and responded reluctantly.

Yang Guo stood in the outer room, looking at the tightly closed door with a deep gaze.

We're going up Zhongnan Mountain tomorrow.

Once you join the Quanzhen Sect, you become a Taoist priest, a person who cultivates in seclusion. To see Aunt Guo again would be as difficult as ascending to heaven. Even if you meet her in the future, you will be separated by a great distance, like elders and juniors.

He was not reconciled.

The window paper was already soaked through; it was just one finger's width away from being completely wet.

If I don't do something tonight, I'll probably regret it for the rest of my life.

"Brother Yang, aren't you asleep yet?" Guo Fu rubbed her eyes, took a clean set of clothes from her maid, and was about to take them to the inner room. "I'm so sleepy. I'll go to sleep after I give the clothes to Mother."

Yang Guo looked at Guo Fu, a gentle smile playing on his lips.

"You've worked hard, Fu-mei."

For the past six months, he had been practicing the Toad Stance taught by Ouyang Feng every night. Although he dared not show it in front of others, the energy in his dantian had already taken shape. Dealing with Guo Jing and Huang Rong was a pipe dream, but dealing with the unsuspecting Guo Fu was more than enough.

Just as the two passed each other...

Yang Guo's moves were as swift as lightning.

With a hidden inner force, he precisely pressed the sleeping acupoint on the side of Guo Fu's neck.

Guo Fu didn't even utter a sound. Her eyelids rolled back, and her body went limp and collapsed.

Yang Guo reacted quickly, grabbing her waist to prevent her from falling.

"I'm sorry, Fu-mei."

Yang Guo whispered in her ear, "I'll borrow your mother for one night, and return her to you tomorrow."

He carried Guo Fu into the next room, gently placed her on the bed, and covered her with a blanket. Looking at her sweet, sleeping face, Yang Guo felt no emotion whatsoever.

He turned around and picked up the bundle on the ground.

Go outside and turn left.

Standing in front of Huang Rong's door.

Yang Guo took a deep breath and calmed his somewhat rapid breathing.

Place your palm on the door and give it a gentle push.

The door wasn't locked.

That's true. Guo Fu had just left, and Huang Rong was waiting to get her clothes, so naturally she wouldn't lock the door.

The room was filled with steam.

The sound of rushing water came from behind the screen.

Yang Guo closed the door behind him and bolted it. He tiptoed closer to the screen.

A blurry shadow can be seen through the semi-transparent screen.

The curves, undulating and graceful, are enchanting and alluring.

Yang Guo's Adam's apple bobbed.

"Fu'er?"

From behind the screen came Huang Rong's languid voice, "Just put the clothes down. Come over and give me a shoulder massage; my bones are practically falling apart from sitting in the carriage these past few days."

She had her eyes closed, her head resting on the edge of the bucket, completely unaware of who had entered.

Yang Guo remained silent.

He placed the bundle on the table and walked around the screen.

In the bathtub, Huang Rong stood with her back to him. Her long, wet hair was piled on top of her head, revealing her slender neck and rounded shoulders. A few dried flower petals floated on the water, obscuring the view beneath, but unable to conceal the breathtaking lines of her back.

Yang Guo walked to the bucket.

He reached out his hand, his palm trembling slightly, but he quickly regained his composure.

He placed his hands on those two smooth shoulders.

It was warm to the touch and incredibly soft.

Huang Rong stiffened slightly, then relaxed.

"Hmm... harder," she muttered. "Why aren't you saying anything? Still thinking about Liang Shanbo from that opera?"

Yang Guo remained silent.

He pressed his thumb against her Jianjing acupoint, and with his four fingers gripping her shoulder, he slowly applied pressure.

This wasn't the first time he had massaged Huang Rong.

The technique was skillful, the force penetrating deep into the muscles, a sensation of soreness mixed with a touch of pleasure.

Huang Rong let out a comfortable hum.

"A little to the left...yes, right here."

Her eyes were closed, and she looked completely relaxed. The fatigue of the past few days was gradually dissipating under the kneading of those large hands.

only……

Huang Rong frowned slightly.

Isn't that a bit too much force?

and……

Her skin was extremely sensitive. The hands pressed against her shoulders, the palms rough and calloused, made her skin itch.

Fu'er's hands never touch water, and her palms are as soft as tofu, so where did the calluses come from?

"who!"

She shouted sharply, her body didn't move, but her right hand brought a gust of wind as she slapped backward.

This palm strike is a killing move from the Falling Flower Divine Sword Palm. Although it wasn't executed with full force, if it landed, an ordinary person would either die or be seriously injured.

Yang Guo was prepared, but he did not expect Huang Rong's palm strike to be so swift that he had no time to dodge.

The palm strike was fierce, aimed straight at his face.

Just as her hand was about to press against his chest, Huang Rong saw the face of the person behind her.

With sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, a helpless, bitter smile played on his lips.

Yang Guo?

Huang Rong's pupils suddenly contracted.

He forcefully stopped the palm strike.

The wind from his palm swept across Yang Guo's cheek, ruffling his sideburns.

"How is it you?!"

Huang Rong exclaimed in surprise.

The next moment, she realized something.

I looked down.

The water splashed violently because the movement of that palm strike had been so forceful that most of her body was above the surface. Her breathtakingly white skin and proud curves were exposed to Yang Guo's eyes without any concealment in the candlelight.

"what!"

Huang Rong screamed, like a startled rabbit, and shrunk back into the water with a splash.

Water splashed everywhere, soaking Yang Guo completely.

Huang Rong crossed her arms and huddled in the bathtub, only her eyes, filled with shame and anger, peeking out as she stared intently at Yang Guo, her face flushed red as if it were about to bleed.

"Turn around! Close your eyes!"

Yang Guo raised his hands, obediently turned around, and faced away from the bathtub.

"Aunt Guo, I didn't see anything."

"You…" Huang Rong trembled with rage, gritting her teeth, "How did you get in? Where's Fu'er? What did you do to her?"

"Fu-mei was too tired. She just gave me her clothes and fell asleep at the door."

Yang Guo made up a story off the cuff, but his tone was sincere: "I saw that she really couldn't hold on any longer, so I let her go back to her room to rest. I thought that Aunt Guo still needed some clothes, so I brought them in."

"Nonsense!"

Huang Rong wouldn't believe such nonsense. "Even if Fu'er was exhausted, she wouldn't let you bring her in! You must have tampered with it! You little rascal, you're getting bolder and bolder!"

"Get out! Now! Immediately!"

Huang Rong pointed to the doorway, her voice trembling.

Yang Guo did not move.

With his back to Huang Rong, he looked at the patterns on the screen, his voice lowering.

"Aunt Guo, do you really despise me that much?"

"This isn't about whether you're disgusted or not! This is...this is..." Huang Rong stammered, "Men and women shouldn't touch each other! Have you wasted all your education?"

"We're going up the mountain tomorrow."

Yang Guo suddenly interrupted her, his voice tinged with a hint of melancholy.

"Once I joined the Quanzhen Sect and became a Taoist priest, I was bound by strict rules and regulations. I'm afraid I'll never have the chance to serve Aunt Guo again in this lifetime."

Huang Rong was taken aback.

That anger was extinguished by half by those slightly melancholic words.

"I thought to myself, Aunt Guo has been very kind to me along the way. I don't have much to repay her for before I leave. I happened to have learned a few massage techniques before, so I thought I would help Aunt Guo relieve her fatigue and show my filial piety."

Yang Guo turned his head, his eyes clear and his face innocent.

That's all.

Huang Rong looked at him.

In the candlelight, there was no lewdness in the boy's eyes, only a lingering sadness and longing for parting.

Huang Rong's soft spot was touched.

The scene in the theater came back to mind. That hand holding her tightly, those words, "Be my woman."

Her mind was in complete turmoil.

Reason told her that she should kick the kid out, or even beat him up.

But emotionally...

She was actually a little reluctant to part with it.

This might really be the last time.

From then on, separated by mountains and rivers, he was a disciple of Quanzhen Sect, and she was Guo Jing's wife. Their paths never intersected again.

"You..." Huang Rong bit her lip, her voice softening, "Put your clothes down first and wait outside."

"Aunt Guo, the water is getting cold."

Yang Guo didn't move, but instead took a step back. "This massage technique is all about being warm and cozy, so that the meridians open up quickly. If you wear clothes, the effect will be greatly reduced."

"You!" Huang Rong exclaimed, her eyes wide.

"I'll just massage your back, I won't look or touch you inappropriately," Yang Guo swore, raising his hand. "If you have even the slightest improper thought, may I be struck by lightning and die a horrible death."

They've already sworn a solemn oath.

Looking at his confident demeanor, Huang Rong's defenses finally crumbled.

That's it.

Let's just consider this... a way of putting an end to this absurd relationship.

"Turn around," Huang Rong said coldly. "Don't look back."

"Yes."

Yang Guo's lips curled into a barely perceptible smile as he obediently turned around.

Huang Rong took a deep breath and slowly straightened up from the water.

Water droplets slid down his back.

She lay on the rim of the tub, exposing her smooth back while pressing her front tightly against the tub wall, hiding herself completely.

"alright."

The voice was barely audible.

Yang Guo turned around.

The scene before my eyes was a hundred times more thrilling than what I had seen through the mist.

His back was like a jade mountain tilting down, his butterfly-shaped bones seemed ready to take flight, his waist was deeply sunken, and every inch of his skin gleamed alluringly in the candlelight.

Yang Guo suppressed the restlessness in his heart.

Don't rush.

If you panic at this point, all your previous efforts will be wasted.

He walked over, picked up the hot towel draped over the bucket, soaked it in hot water, wrung it out, and covered Huang Rong's back with it.

"hiss……"

Huang Rong trembled slightly.

Yang Guo pressed his hands on it through the towel.

This time, he no longer tried to hide it.

He channeled his inner energy to his palm, which was warm and slowly seeped into Huang Rong's body.

"Um……"

Huang Rong let out a comfortable hum. The heat was both powerful and incredibly soothing, like countless tiny hands gently massaging her meridians.

Yang Guo's hand traveled down his spine.

Push, grasp, press, knead.

His technique was so skillful that it didn't seem like that of a teenager.

Huang Rong lay on her arm, her consciousness somewhat hazy.

This feeling...

So familiar.

It feels very familiar.

It felt like I'd experienced it somewhere before.

Is it on Peach Blossom Island?

But isn't that Brother Jing? How come Yang Guo knows that too?

Yang Guo continued to work with his hands.

That technique! That force!

It's exactly the same!

Huang Rong suddenly opened her eyes, her eyes filled with shock.

The people that night...

It's not Brother Jing!

It's Yang Guo!

That brat, he's been keeping it from her all this time, pretending to be stupid!

"Is it you?"

Huang Rong suddenly sat up straight, disregarding the fact that her private parts were exposed, and turned her head to stare intently at Yang Guo.

Her eyes held a mixture of shyness, anger, and panic.

"That night on Peach Blossom Island...it was you!"