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

The air condensed.

The candle flame flickered and popped, shattering the silence of the room with a loud crack.

Huang Rong stared intently at the young man before her. Water droplets dripped from her hair, landing on her collarbone, slightly cool, but unable to extinguish the raging fire in her heart.

It was him.

It turned out to be him!

"You've been lying to me all along." Huang Rong's voice trembled, whether from anger or shame, it was hard to tell. "It was you that day, and it's you again today. Yang Guo, you have such a deep mind."

Yang Guo did not retreat.

He didn't even remove his hand; it remained resting on her wet, slippery shoulder, his palm radiating internal energy, continuously sending in a stream of heat.

"Lie?" Yang Guo laughed, a frank and open laugh. "That day I originally wanted to see Uncle Guo. I entered your room and was about to leave, but you asked me to massage your shoulders. What did I do wrong?"

"shut up!"

Huang Rong was so ashamed and furious that she raised her hand and slapped him across the face.

This slap wasn't delivered with any internal force; it was purely a woman's angry outburst.

Yang Guo did not dodge.

Huang Rong naturally couldn't bear to continue the fight.

"Get out..." Huang Rong shrank into the water, her hands covering her chest.

"I'm not leaving."

Yang Guo simply placed his hands on the edge of the bucket and looked down at her.

The petals floating on the water could not conceal that touch of snow-white.

"How long are you going to keep lying to yourself?" Yang Guo's voice was deep and seductive. "Just now in the theater, your palms were sweaty. You were holding onto me tightly. Who were you thinking of at that moment?"

Huang Rong gasped for breath.

"Dare you look me in the eye and say you have no feelings for me?"

"I'm more than ten years older than you!" Huang Rong shouted sharply, trying to raise her last line of defense. "Are you trying to ruin my reputation?"

"I'm not afraid."

Yang Guo suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist, which she was protecting in front of her chest.

"Ah!" Huang Rong exclaimed, trying to break free, but found that the boy was incredibly strong.

Yang Guo pulled her hand away. "In this room, there are only men and women."

"You've gone mad..." Huang Rong's eyes reddened, tears welling up. "Guo'er, please don't... I beg you..."

She couldn't get through with force, so she had to resort to gentler methods.

That soft, mournful "Please" was tinged with tears, and it ignited a fire in Yang Guo's heart.

"I'm not crazy. I'm more lucid than ever."

Stop lying to yourself!

Huang Rong trembled all over, as if her bones had been removed, and collapsed against the barrel wall.

"Don't say anymore..." She closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face. "Don't say anymore..."

Eighteen years.

She was hailed as a female strategist, a pillar of the Beggars' Sect. But who ever asked her if she was tired? Who ever asked her if she was cold in the dead of night?

Heroes belong to everyone, not just her.

Now, someone wants to give her their whole heart.

But it's hot.

"Look at me," Yang Guo commanded.

Huang Rong's eyelashes trembled as she slowly opened her eyes.

Her disheveled yet emotional appearance was reflected in those peach blossom eyes.

"Rong'er".

Yang Guo changed his form of address.

That one call of "Rong'er," so poignant and meaningful, completely shattered Huang Rong's defenses.

But when the boy shouted it out, it carried an inexplicable tenderness and domineering air.

Yang Guo lowered his head and kissed away the tear stains on her face.

"No..." Huang Rong's last struggle was barely audible, like a mosquito's hum.

"Can."

Yang Guo no longer gave her a chance to think.

She is sinking into depravity.

a long time.

Lip points.

Yang Guo looked at her like this, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

"The water's cold."

His voice was hoarse and fiery.

This pose... is so embarrassing!

"Put me down..." Huang Rong didn't dare to look up at all.

"What clothes should I wear?"

Yang Guo strode toward the bed.

"Anyway, I'll have to take it off later."

He threw Huang Rong onto the bedding.

Huang Rong looked up at Yang Guo.

His clothes were half-wet, clinging to his body and outlining his well-defined muscles. His hair was disheveled, and his eyes were wild.

At this moment, she had to admit it.

This man had a fatal attraction for her.

"Guo'er..." Huang Rong's eyes were filled with complex emotions, "You really... won't regret it?"

Once you take that step, there's no going back.

"Regret?" Yang Guo chuckled. "The thing I regret most in my life is being born twenty years too late."

His clothes slipped off.

Huang Rong closed her eyes, no longer looking or thinking.

Tonight, she only wants to be Huang Rong as she was when she first left Peach Blossom Island.

……

Much later.

The red candles inside the room burned out.

Her eyes were closed, her breathing was long and even, and the flush on her cheeks still lingered. Her usually shrewd and calculating eyes were now filled with only satisfaction.

a long time.

Huang Rong slowly opened her eyes, her fingertips unconsciously tracing circles on Yang Guo's firm chest, her voice hoarse with the aftermath: "Guo'er..."

"Hmm?" Yang Guo lowered his head, resting his chin on her forehead.

"Why...why do you like me?" Huang Rong bit her lip, finally asking the question that had lingered in her mind for so long. "I'm already over thirty. Compared to those beautiful young women in their late teens and early twenties, I'm already past my prime. You're so young and handsome, why bother..."

Before she could finish speaking, she felt a large hand tighten around her waist.

Yang Guo chuckled softly, the vibration in his chest sending a tingling sensation through Huang Rong's body.

"Silly Rong'er." Yang Guo caught her hand that was fidgeting on his chest, kissed it, and said, "What's so good about those naive young girls? Besides, there's a well-known saying in our hometown..."

"What did you say?"

"Young people don't know how good their aunts are, mistaking a young girl for a treasure!"

He leaned close to Huang Rong's ear, his warm breath brushing against her earlobe: "Besides, you're as beautiful as ever. If you go out with Fu Mei, everyone will surely mistake you for sisters."

Although these words were somewhat glib, they made Huang Rong overjoyed.

Women love to hear sweet words until they die, especially when they come from the mouth of their beloved.

She glared at him reproachfully, but her eyes betrayed her delight; she was secretly pleased.

Seeing her smile, Yang Guo felt even more exhilarated and couldn't help but imagine: "Rong'er, in the future, we'll find a beautiful place with clear waters and lush mountains. I'll draw your eyebrows, and you'll cook for me. If you like lively places, we'll go to Jiangnan and buy a big house..."

"Guo'er".

A soft call interrupted Yang Guo's beautiful reverie.

The smile in Huang Rong's eyes faded, and she looked at the person in front of her with a complicated expression.

"This is the first and the last time."

Yang Guo's smile froze instantly: "What did you say?"

Huang Rong turned her head away, not daring to look at his wounded eyes, and said hard-heartedly, "Tonight... was an accident, and it was also a moment of confusion on my part. Guo'er, you are still young, and your life has just begun. Even if you don't become a Taoist priest in the future, with your martial arts and intelligence, you will definitely make a name for yourself in the martial arts world, marry a respectable man, and have children. That is the right path."

She took a deep breath, her voice trembling slightly: "And I... I'm not young anymore. Between us... after tonight, let's pretend nothing happened. Absolutely... it's impossible for us to be together."

The room fell into a deathly silence.

Yang Guo looked at the woman in front of him who was trying to retreat back to the safety line, but he didn't feel much anger.

He saw the fear in her eyes.

She was afraid.

Ultimately, it comes down to my own lack of strength.

If he were already the number one in the world, if he could control everything, who would dare to say a word?

The young woman felt insecure because he was still just a greenhorn, unable to provide her with a safe haven where she could disregard worldly concerns.

Yang Guo lowered his eyes, concealing the ambition in them.

He didn't argue, he just silently clenched his fist.

Rong'er, just wait. One day, I will make you stand by my side willingly.