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

When Yang Guo got the needle, thread and scissors from Granny Sun, the old lady smiled so broadly that her wrinkled face blossomed into a smile.

"Good child, are you mending your clothes? Yes, that robe is tattered and doesn't look presentable at all." Granny Sun rummaged through the sewing basket while muttering, "Although we don't pay much attention to clothing in our ancient tomb, we can't be too shabby."

Yang Guo took the sewing kit without explaining, just chuckled foolishly, "I know my mother-in-law loves me. I'm just messing around with it, you go ahead with your work."

Clutching his weapons, Yang Guo dashed back into the stone chamber.

He spread the large handkerchief, which smelled of soapberry, on the stone table. The handkerchief was made of ordinary material, just common cotton and linen, but it carried a faint, cool fragrance.

This is an item that Xiaolongnu has used for several years. Although it has been washed until it is white, the fragrance has long been ingrained in it.

"Yin Zhiping, you old pervert."

Yang Guo muttered to himself as he picked up the scissors and began to gesture.

"You want something intimate, right? You want something untouched, right? Fine, I'll make you one."

He recalled some of the stunning scenery he had seen on the beach in his previous life.

Back then, the less fabric you used, the better.

Yang Guo squinted and sketched out Xiaolongnu's figure in his mind.

I've been giving her massages these past few days, and even though there's clothing in between, the feel is real. She has a slim waist, wide hips, and long legs.

"The waist is about 1.8 feet... As for the hips..." Yang Guo swallowed hard, and with a "snip," he cut a slit in the handkerchief with the scissors in his hand.

With that cut, a corner of the originally square handkerchief was missing.

Yang Guo didn't mind the cost. He moved swiftly and skillfully with his scissors. In no time, he had cut out a piece of cloth shaped like an inverted triangle.

He picked up the needle and thread again and clumsily began to sew the edges.

"This ribbon needs to be a bit longer, to tie a bow..." Yang Guo muttered to himself, his movements rough but at least forming a shape. "If Sister Long wore this..."

"Snapped!"

Yang Guo slapped himself.

"What are you thinking! This is for that old pervert Yin Zhiping! Yang Guo, wake up!"

Just as he was immersed in his artistic creation, he suddenly heard a very light footstep outside.

Yang Guo felt a chill run down his spine.

"broken!"

He stared at the pile of rags on the table and the oddly shaped triangular object in his hand, his head buzzing.

The stone chamber was completely empty, without even a cabinet. Where could one hide?

The footsteps grew closer, accompanied by a familiar bell sound.

Yang Guo gritted his teeth, put his hands behind his back, and clenched the lump tightly in his hands. He leaned against the stone table, striking a pose that he thought was dashing but was actually incredibly stiff.

"Yang Guo".

The figure of Little Dragon Girl appeared at the door.

She had just taken a bath, her hair was still wet and draped over her shoulders, and the cool, delicate fragrance emanating from her was even stronger than usual.

At first glance, Xiaolongnu's figure isn't particularly voluptuous, but it's well-proportioned, with all the right features without being exaggerated. She's not the kind of person who immediately leaves a lasting impression; all her proportions are just right, a masterpiece of nature.

Yang Guo twitched his nose, and the restlessness he had just suppressed resurfaced.

"Oh! Sister!" Yang Guo forced a smile, but dared not move an inch. "Why have you come?"

Little Dragon Girl glanced at him indifferently.

"I can't sleep." She walked into the stone chamber and sat down on a stone bench on the other side. "Last time we talked about how the monkey found Lin Daiyu, but Lin Daiyu didn't remember him. What happened next?"

Yang Guo was inwardly groaning.

Is this young lady really engrossed in listening to stories?

"Later...later, to help Lin Daiyu regain her memories, the monkey stayed by her side day and night, just like the stone monkey before, sheltering her from the wind and rain. This monkey is naturally restless and can't sit still; it was truly difficult for him to sit still."

"This Lin Daiyu was naturally melancholic, always lamenting the passing of spring and the coming of autumn, but whenever she was sad, this monkey would always come and interrupt, leaving her with nothing to grieve over..."

As Yang Guo rambled on, he rubbed his back against the stone table, trying to secretly slip the bundle of evidence under the table.

Little Dragon Girl didn't speak, she just looked at him quietly.

However, his eyes were cold and aloof, which made Yang Guo feel uneasy.

"Is the injury on your butt still not healed?" Little Dragon Girl suddenly asked.

"Ah? Okay...it's done." Cold sweat beaded on Yang Guo's forehead. "Sister Long went easy on me, it's already done!"

"Now that you're better, why are you still twisting and turning like that?"

Yang Guo's body stiffened.

"Um... my back is itchy. I think I got bitten by a mosquito while I was doing laundry."

Little Dragon Girl frowned slightly.

The ancient tomb is deep and cold; where did the mosquitoes come from?

She stood up and walked towards Yang Guo.

As she drew closer, the sense of oppression grew stronger. Yang Guo felt like a primary school student caught by the headmaster, still clutching the game console he hadn't had time to put away.

"Stretch out your hand," Little Dragon Girl said coldly as she walked up to him.

"Sister, please, what's so nice about a grown man's hands? They're so rough." Yang Guo shrank back.

"Take it out."

Little Dragon Girl acted like a big sister, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Yang Guo was still struggling: "It's nothing, it's just... I just rubbed my skin raw while washing clothes, and I was afraid it would scare you, sister."

Little Dragon Girl didn't waste any words with him.

She swayed, and Yang Guo felt a blur before his eyes, followed by a sharp pain in his ear.

"Ouch! That hurts!"

Yang Guo tilted his head, and Xiaolongnu grabbed his ear and lifted him up.

"Take it or not?" Little Dragon Girl tightened her grip slightly.

Yang Guo was truly terrified this time. This woman was so ruthless; if he didn't take it out soon, his ear might be separated from him.

"Take it! I'll take it! Sister, let go! Your ear's going to fall off!"

Xiaolongnu released her grip, took a half step back, and extended a jade-like palm in front of him.

Yang Guo rubbed his burning ears, looking utterly dejected.

It’s over.

That's it, everything's over.

He slowly handed a crumpled piece of fabric to Xiaolong.

Yang Guo kept his head down, not daring to look at Xiaolongnu's expression. He was quickly calculating in his mind whether Xiaolongnu should spank his left or right buttock.

However, after waiting for a long time, nothing happened.

Yang Guo looked up and saw the triangular object being picked up and held up to his eyes for a closer look.

Her brows furrowed deeply.

"What is this?"

Yang Guo was taken aback and looked up at Xiaolongnu.

Her face was full of confusion, and a hint of...heartache?

Little Dragon Girl looked at the strange-looking object and recognized it as something she had made from her own handkerchief.

That was a handkerchief she had used for several years; the material was comfortable and it absorbed water well, making it her favorite.

Now, it has turned into this horrible sight.

"My handkerchief..." Little Dragon Girl's voice turned colder, "You cut it?"