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

The sea breeze suddenly stopped.

That instant of touch sent shivers down one's spine.

Huang Rong froze for a moment before suddenly coming to her senses and shoving Yang Guo away. She didn't stop herself, and Yang Guo staggered back to the stern, his lower back hitting the oar handle with a muffled groan.

"presumptuous!"

Huang Rong shouted sharply, her breasts still heaving violently. Her cheeks were flushed, whether from embarrassment or anger, it was hard to tell.

Yang Guo lowered his head, his body curled up in a ball, as if he had been frightened out of his wits by the shout: "Aunt Guo... I know I was wrong! The waves were big just now, and I was afraid you would fall, so I acted rashly..."

His voice trembled, and his acting was incredibly lifelike. His timid and hesitant demeanor was a far cry from the arrogance he displayed behind the bathtub the previous night.

Huang Rong stared intently at him.

The boy had his eyelids drooping, his long eyelashes obscuring the emotions in his eyes. His hands were nervously twisting the hem of his clothes—his fingers were long and slender, with distinct knuckles, not like someone who did rough work, but there were thin calluses on his fingertips.

That sweep just now...

The location was incredibly accurate.

It landed precisely on the most stressed spot in her lower back, with just the right amount of pressure, stabilizing her posture while also allowing her to move smoothly...

Huang Rong's mind was in turmoil. The unique, cool aura emanating from the young man made her feel somewhat dazed.

Those hands last night were just as hot.

No, it's impossible.

Huang Rong bit her tongue, forcing herself to calm down. She had never taught Yang Guo martial arts, and she had also instructed her brother Jing not to interfere with her education of Yang Guo.

Given Jing-gege's personality, he would always listen to me and would never disobey me in public.

But that person last night clearly had internal strength. Moreover, this kid always looks shifty and sneaky. If it were him, how could he have resisted doing something reckless last night?

I must have been overthinking it.

That person last night must have been Brother Jing.

"Alright." Huang Rong took a deep breath, tidied her stray hairs, and her tone returned to its usual indifference. "I'm not blaming you. It's just that men and women shouldn't touch each other too much in the future, so please be more mindful of your boundaries."

"Yes, Guo'er remembers." Yang Guo replied meekly, and gripped the oars again.

Inside the cabin, Guo Fu poked her head out, a handful of melon seeds in her hand, looking at her with disdain: "Yang Guo, you can't even row a boat properly, you're so clumsy! If you fall and hurt yourself, my mother wouldn't be able to afford to pay for it even if she sold you!"

Da Wu and Xiao Wu chimed in from the side, "That's right, how dare you touch your master's wife, a woman of such high status?"

Yang Guo lowered his head and smiled apologetically, but he rowed the oars even more steadily.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Huang Rong sit back down, her back to him, her back ramrod straight. But her hand unconsciously went to the side of her waist where he had just put his arm around her.

Yang Guo's lips curled up almost imperceptibly.

……

The boat docked. It was a deserted island, not far from Peach Blossom Island, rarely visited by anyone. Jagged rocks and overgrown weeds grew everywhere, with only a few clusters of unknown wildflowers blooming in the sunny spots.

"arrive."

Yang Guo jumped off the boat, his trousers rolled up to his knees, revealing his lean calves. The seawater was icy cold, reaching above his ankles. He turned back to pull the ropes, securing the boat to the reef.

Huang Rong didn't ask him for help and leaped lightly. The sea breeze blew her pale yellow silk dress tightly against her body, instantly outlining her long, straight, and slender legs beneath the dress, their lines smooth and delicate.

The moment she landed, she slightly bent her knees to absorb the force, and as she squatted down, her full, round buttocks stretched into a full moon arc, connecting with her slender waist to form a beautiful, undulating curve, exuding a unique charm of a mature woman that dazzled people in the sunlight.

Yang Guo glanced at it once and dared not look any longer. He hurriedly turned his head away.

"You guys go have fun, but don't go too far." Huang Rong rubbed her temples, looking a little tired. "I'll rest here for a while."

She found a large, sheltered bluestone, spread a handkerchief on it, and sat down.

Guo Fu had been itching to get out of bed, and she ran onto the beach, lifting her skirt: "Da Wu, Xiao Wu, come quick, there's a crab over there!"

The two brothers, Da Wu and Xiao Wu, exchanged a glance and followed eagerly. As they passed Yang Guo, Wu Dunru deliberately bumped into him.

"Aren't you going to keep up? Trying to slack off?"

Yang Guo was jolted by the impact, and the food box he was carrying almost fell to the ground. He lowered his head, didn't say a word, and silently followed behind.

After walking about a hundred steps, they were some distance from where Huang Rong was resting, but if they shouted loudly, she would definitely hear them.

Yang Guo glanced back out of the corner of his eye.

The pale purple figure was hidden behind the bluestone, appearing and disappearing intermittently.

"Hey, Yang Guo!"

Guo Fu stopped in an open space, hands on her hips—the very stance a young lady would adopt when throwing a tantrum. She was already in a bad mood because she hadn't caught any crabs that day, and when she turned and saw Yang Guo's submissive demeanor, her anger flared even more.

"Why are you walking so slowly? Don't you want to serve me?"

Yang Guo put the food box on the ground and said with a smile, "Sister Fu, what are you saying? This road is not easy to walk on. I was afraid that I would break the pastries that Master's wife likes to eat."

"Who's your sister Fu!" Guo Fu's eyebrows shot up, and she cracked her riding whip on the ground with a "snap," raising a cloud of dust. "You dare call me that? From now on, call me Miss Guo!"

Wu Xiuwen chimed in from the side, "That's right, why don't you take a piss and look at yourself in the mirror? You bastard, you were born but no one raised you. We are disciples of Master Guo, how can we be the same?"

That was a very harsh insult.

Yang Guo sneered inwardly. What good were these two idiots besides bullying others? If it were any other time, he would have slapped them long ago. But not today.

Huang Rong was nearby; if she made a move, she would discover that Huang Rong had been secretly practicing martial arts.

Clearly, these three bumbling fools haven't noticed Huang Rong yet.

Yang Guo's mind raced; it seemed today was an excellent opportunity.

He knew that as long as he stayed on Peach Blossom Island, the secret of last night could not be hidden, and he had to leave as soon as possible.

At this moment, not only can they not fight back, but they will also have to take the beating. The worse they are beaten, the greater their chance of leaving Peach Blossom Island.

"Yes, yes, yes, the two masters of martial arts are right to admonish you." Yang Guo shrank his neck, looking utterly timid and submissive. "Then I won't disturb your enjoyment any longer. I'll go back to the boat first..."

"stop!"

Wu Dunru stepped forward, blocking Yang Guo's path. He had long disliked Yang Guo. At the birthday banquet last night, although his master's wife was scolding Yang Guo, her eyes kept glancing at him. Even Fu Mei, sometimes while scolding him, looked at him with a strange expression.

This kid has a handsome face; he's definitely more good-looking than his two brothers. He's a real menace.

"Since you're here, why don't you spar with us?" Wu Dunru clenched his fist, his knuckles cracking. "Master taught us a few moves of the 'Tiger Subduing Fist,' and we just need a punching bag."

"No... I don't know martial arts." Yang Guo took a step back, his face showing fear. "Brother Da Wu, please have mercy, my body can't withstand your beating."

"It's better if you don't know martial arts; you'll be practicing how to take a beating!"

Wu Dunru refused to listen, shouted loudly, and threw a punch straight at Yang Guo's face.

This punch carried the sound of wind; although the internal force was shallow, if it hit an ordinary person's face, they would at least be bruised and swollen.

Yang Guo watched the fist getting closer and closer, calculating the angle in his mind.

He slipped, as if tripped over a stone, and fell backward in a disheveled manner.

"Ouch!"

The fall narrowly avoided hitting her face, but she took a solid hit to the shoulder.

boom.

Yang Guo groaned and fell onto the sand, rolling twice and getting covered in mud.

"Hahahaha! What a useless piece of trash!" Guo Fu pointed at Yang Guo and laughed, her laughter shaking her head. "Brother Da Wu, don't he look like a mangy dog?"

Wu Dunru, emboldened by his successful strike, yelled, "Get up! Stop playing dead!"

He rushed forward and kicked Yang Guo on the ground.

Yang Guo curled up, protecting his head and face, letting the kick land on his back. He secretly used his meager internal energy to protect his internal organs, but he let out a pig-like scream.

"Stop hitting me! It hurts! Aunt Guo, help me!"

He shouted so loudly that his voice could be heard over the blue stone.

In the distance, behind the bluestone.

Huang Rong was resting with her eyes closed when she heard the commotion and her brows furrowed slightly.

She didn't move.

When children are playing, some bumps and scrapes are inevitable.

She also wanted to see if Yang Guo would use any martial arts skills when he was forced into a desperate situation.

on the beach.

Seeing his brother enjoying the beating, Wu Xiuwen couldn't hold back any longer: "You dare to tell Master's wife? I'll beat you to death!"

He rushed forward and started punching and kicking Yang Guo.

The two men surrounded Yang Guo, kicking him around like a ball.

Yang Guo rolled around on the ground, looking extremely disheveled. But in his mind, he was counting.

One, two, three...

That's enough. If he continues fighting without fighting back, it would seem too fake. But he absolutely cannot use martial arts to retaliate.

He suddenly reached out, grabbed Wu Xiuwen's leg, and bit him.

That bite was fierce, landing directly on the meat.

"Ah!" Wu Xiuwen screamed in agony, frantically shaking his leg. "Let go! You mad dog!"

Yang Guo held on tightly, his eyes fierce.

"You dare bite my brother!" Wu Dunru shouted angrily, picking up a dry branch from the ground and whipping it hard across Yang Guo's back.

Snapped!

The branch broke.

A bloody welt oozed from Yang Guo's back. But he still didn't give in.

"Fu-mei! Help me quickly!" Wu Dunru shouted.

Seeing this, Guo Fu panicked. Why was Yang Guo acting like a rogue? Without thinking, she drew the soft whip from her waist. This whip was specially made for her by Huang Rong; although the barbs on it had been smoothed out, it could still tear skin and flesh when it struck someone.

"Yang Guo, let go of me!"

Guo Fu shouted and flicked her wrist, sending the whip whistling through the air straight toward Yang Guo's head.

If that lash lands squarely, it will either kill or disfigure the person.

Yang Guo caught a glimpse of the whip's shadow out of the corner of his eye.

But it meant his fellow patients were avoiding him. He was betting that Huang Rong would come to his rescue.

Yang Guo had already planned it out in his mind. If Huang Rong didn't come, he would hmph, and then he would ruin both mother and daughter.

If they come to save me, who they harm depends on their mood.