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

Deep within the ancient tomb, the stone chamber remained silent.

Only the occasional "snip" of scissors cutting fabric breaks the deathly silence.

Yang Guo sat cross-legged in front of the stone table, his expression as focused as if he were carving a rare treasure. The white gauze, as thin as a cicada's wing, twirled in his hands, and the silver needles moved swiftly, creating a surprisingly lifelike piece.

Although he complained that this job was a trap, Yang Guo had a flaw.

If you're going to do something, do it well.

He especially makes things for the people he cares about.

Although she still has Rong-jie in her heart, Long-jie is still her nominal master. After spending the past few days with her, apart from being a bit short-tempered and ruthless, she has actually been quite good to her.

"Since we're aiming for the ultimate in 'fit-fitting' and 'lightweight' comfort, we have to use as little fabric as possible."

Yang Guo squinted, and images of Victoria's Secret fashion shows from his previous life floated into his mind.

This white gauze is too sheer; if it were a single layer, it would be as if I wasn't wearing anything at all.

If you layer it up, it can cover up your shame, but you lose that graceful feel.

"We need to design a style that can both cover up the key points and be full of artistry."

Yang Guo bit off the end of the thread, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.

He cut two triangles out of the white gauze and carefully sewed a fine cloud pattern around the edges. This was to prevent the fabric from fraying and also for aesthetic purposes.

Two thin ribbons connect the apex and two sides of the triangle, respectively.

This is the first half.

As for the second half...

Yang Guo looked at the small piece of cloth remaining in his hand and fell into deep thought.

"If this were made into a T-shape... I'd probably be beaten to death on the spot."

"Let's play it safe and make a small triangle."

He then proceeded with another round of cutting and sewing.

Two full hours passed before this astonishing "new style of training clothes" was finally completed.

Yang Guo held it in his hands.

light.

It's too light.

This entire outfit probably weighs less than half an ounce.

Stacked together, they can even fit inside a walnut shell.

"Perfect."

Yang Guo flicked the thin ribbon, feeling both proud and apprehensive.

What's impressive is that the craftsmanship hasn't declined; this is a fashion design that transcends a thousand years.

I'm worried about... how to get through this later.

"So be it, I'll just die!"

Yang Guo took a deep breath, tucked the white veil into his robes, and got up to walk toward the main room.

……

In the main room, the cold jade bed exuded a chilling aura.

Little Dragon Girl was sitting cross-legged on the bed, resting with her eyes closed.

Hearing footsteps, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes.

Those eyes were clear and cold as water, but the moment they saw Yang Guo, a hint of barely perceptible expectation appeared.

"Is it done?"

Yang Guo paused, forcing a smile that looked more like a grimace.

"It's...it's done."

He dawdled to the bedside, reached into his coat, but hesitated to take his hand out.

"Give it to me."

Little Dragon Girl reached out her hand.

Yang Guo swallowed hard. "Sister, let's make this clear first. This clothing is made according to your requirements, aiming for ultimate lightness and a perfect fit. And... and this is a prototype. If anything doesn't fit, we can make alterations. Please... please don't touch it."

Little Dragon Girl frowned slightly: "Why all this nonsense?"

Yang Guo closed his eyes, steeled his resolve, and slapped the object in his hand into Xiaolongnu's palm.

"Give!"

Little Dragon Girl stared blankly at the small, white blob in her hand for a moment.

"Is this the remaining fabric?"

"No...this is clothing."

The doubt in Xiaolongnu's eyes deepened.

She stretched out two fingers, pinched one corner of the lump, and gently shook it open.

"Splash!"

The two triangular pieces of cloth, joined together, swayed and hung down in the air.

Those two pitifully thin ribbons swayed in the wind.

Little Dragon Girl held the thin strap, looking at it from left to right, but couldn't figure out what it was.

"This is... a breast protector?"

Yang Guo lowered his head, his lips twitching: "No... it's not a breastplate."

"Is that a face towel?"

"No, not exactly."

"This outfit, is it just a few pieces of cloth?" Little Dragon Girl's voice turned cold.

"Yes...yes," Yang Guo replied, forcing a smile. "Sister, didn't you complain that your old clothes used too much fabric? This style is incredibly economical. I didn't even use a tenth of a whole bolt of silk."

Little Dragon Girl looked at the thing in her hand, which was no bigger than two palms combined, and her face grew increasingly grim.

Although she was naive and lacked worldly wisdom, she was not stupid.

If you wear this, what can it cover up?

"Yang Guo".

Xiaolongnu's voice grew increasingly cold.

"Come here."

Yang Guo didn't move, but instead took a step back: "Sister, let's talk this out. A gentleman uses words, not fists."

"I told you to come here!"

Little Dragon Girl gritted her teeth, "Tell me, where exactly is this thing... worn?"

Yang Guo swallowed.

There's no escaping this hurdle.

He shakily stretched out his finger and pointed to the slightly larger triangular piece of cloth in Xiaolongnu's hand. Then, his finger slowly moved down and pointed to his own buttocks.

"Wear...wear this."

The ancient tomb seemed to have instantly entered the dead of winter.

Little Dragon Girl looked at Yang Guo's finger pointing at her buttocks, then at the translucent piece of cloth in her hand.

A surge of heat rushed to her head, and Xiaolongnu's face instantly flushed with an unprecedented crimson.

"Yang Guo!!"

Xiaolongnu's delicate shout caused dust to fall from the ceiling of the stone chamber.

"You little lecher! I'll beat you to death!"

He casually picked up a feather duster, and in a flash, he was in front of Yang Guo.

Yang Guo was prepared and turned to run.

"Sister, have mercy! This is what you asked me to make! You said you wanted to save fabric! You said it had to be close-fitting! Isn't this close-fitting enough? It's practically glued to my skin!"

"How dare you talk back!"

Xiaolongnu was so angry that she trembled all over. Without using her inner strength, she directly grabbed him.

She grabbed Yang Guo's ear with a force many times greater than usual.

"Ouch! It's fallen off! My ear fell off!"

Yang Guo winced in pain, his body forced to fall back against her.

Little Dragon Girl pressed him down onto the cold jade bed.

"Snapped!"

The feather duster landed squarely on his buttocks.

"I'll save you fabric!"

"Snapped!"

"I'll let you be close to me!"

"Snapped!"

"I'll teach you to talk nonsense!"

As Xiaolongnu fought, she cursed and swore. She was usually very quiet, but today she was so angered by Yang Guo that she lost her composure and kept swearing, her face flushed all the way to the roots of her neck.

Although the feather duster made a loud noise, it didn't use any internal force; it was purely physical pain.

But this hurts too!

Yang Guo lay sprawled on the jade bed, struggling and wailing, "Sister, I was wrong! I was really wrong! That's art! That's the future! Fine, you don't understand, but don't spank me! If you break it, who will give you the surname Fu?"

"What did you say?"

Although Xiaolongnu didn't understand that Yang Guo was starting a new journey, she instinctively felt that something was wrong with what he said, and she struck him several more times with great force.

The commotion was so great that even Granny Sun, who lived in the stone chamber next door, was alerted.

The old lady, leaning on her cane, hurried over.

"What's going on? What happened? What trouble has this kid gotten into this time?"

As soon as Granny Sun entered the door, she saw Xiaolongnu, who was usually cold and aloof and seemed untouched by worldly affairs, riding on Yang Guo's back, waving a feather duster in her hand, her face flushed and panting.

Yang Guo, who was pinned down, screamed in agony, but his hands were still flailing wildly, and he kept talking and arguing.

"Grandma, help! Sister Long is going to kill me!"

Grandma Sun was stunned.

She stared blankly at the scene, tears welling up in her cloudy old eyes.

Eighteen years.

She had never seen her mistress like this since she was old enough to understand.

There's no longer that cold, impersonal "less thinking, less desire, less longing." At this moment, Little Dragon Girl can get angry, hit people, and blush; she's like a living, breathing person, like an eighteen-year-old girl.

"Ouch……"

Grandma Sun smiled so much her face was full of wrinkles that she didn't try to mediate the fight. Instead, she found a stone bench, sat down, and watched with a cheerful expression.

"Well done, well done," Granny Sun muttered softly. "This child is tough; a couple of hits won't hurt him. As long as Miss is happy, we'd even tear down this ancient tomb."

She secretly rejoiced, thinking that Yang Guo taking the Ancient Tomb with him was truly the best decision he had ever made in his life.

This ancient tomb is finally starting to feel a bit human.

On the cold jade bed, the battle continued.

Yang Guo was truly driven to desperation by the beating.

His buttocks burned with pain, while the cold jade bed made his stomach cramp. This sensation of extreme heat and cold was truly intoxicating.

"No! If we keep hitting him, he'll be crippled!"

Yang Guo made up his mind.

If it were a contest of martial arts techniques, he would definitely be no match for Xiaolongnu. But now the two are engaged in close combat, and Xiaolongnu is not using her internal energy, but is purely relying on physical strength to suppress him.

In terms of strength, how could a grown man like him lose to a girl who only drinks honey?

In addition, after recently taking the Nine-Turn Life-Reversing Pill, his body was filled with heat, and his strength increased significantly.

"Sister, if you hit me again, I'll fight back!"

Yang Guo shouted and suddenly exerted force from his waist and abdomen.

Little Dragon Girl was fighting hard when, unexpectedly, the "salted fish" beneath her suddenly flipped over.

A tremendous force struck her, causing her to lose her balance and be thrown into the air.

"You dare to hide!"

Xiaolongnu exclaimed in surprise and instinctively reached out to grab Yang Guo's shoulder.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Yang Guo rolled over like a mudfish, trying to crawl out from under her.

Their back-and-forth was entirely based on instinct, with no discernible pattern whatsoever.

Little Dragon Girl slipped, her body tilted, and she fell forward.

Yang Guo had just turned over and was lying on his back on the cold jade bed, panting. Before he could even feel relieved that he had escaped a calamity, he saw a white shadow pressing down on him.

He instinctively opened his arms to catch it.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

The two collided head-on.

Grandma Sun dropped her cane to the ground with a "thud," and her mouth opened wide enough to fit an egg.

On the cold jade bed.

Yang Guo's eyes widened, and his pupils contracted sharply.

A soft, slightly cool sensation came from my lips.

That's... the taste of strawberries? No, it's softer and sweeter than strawberries, with a cool, subtle fragrance.

Those are Little Dragon Girl's lips.

Their eyes met, noses touching, their breaths mingling.