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

The feel of the lips.

It's soft, cool, and has a subtle sweetness.

Those are Little Dragon Girl's lips.

What's worse is that Xiaolongnu was lying on top of him.

The two soft mounds on her chest were pressed tightly against his chest at that moment.

Even through several layers of clothing, the amazing elasticity was still clearly felt.

Yang Guo's mind exploded like fireworks.

This is...

Is this the taste of a fairy goddess?

Little Dragon Girl was also stunned.

Her usually cool and aloof eyes were now wide open, filled with disbelief.

In all her life, she'd never even kissed a man, let alone touched his hand.

now……

Now he's actually with this kid...

Lips and teeth intertwined.

The warm breath of the man entered her nostrils through her lips, leaving her mind blank for a moment.

He even forgot to get up.

The two of them stared at each other, maintaining this extremely ambiguous posture, lying motionless on the ground.

Grandma Sun at the door felt like she wanted to gouge her own eyes out.

"Oh dear..."

The old lady quickly turned around and covered her eyes.

"My apologies... This old woman didn't see anything, she didn't see anything..."

She muttered to herself as she tiptoed away silently.

This place is unbearable.

If I stay any longer, I'm afraid I'll get a sty.

After a long while...

Yang Guo finally recovered from the enormous shock.

He blinked, looked at the still-dazed Little Dragon Girl, and licked his lips as if possessed.

The lick happened to brush against Xiaolongnu's lower lip.

Little Dragon Girl trembled all over, as if she had been electrocuted, and suddenly sprang up.

"you……"

She pointed at Yang Guo, her face turning as red as if it were about to bleed.

Her chest heaved violently, and her once clear and cold eyes were now filled with tears, whether from shame or anger, it was hard to tell.

Yang Guo quickly got up, holding up his pants with both hands, looking both innocent and terrified.

"Sister! This...this isn't my fault!"

"You pounced on me yourself!"

"I'm the victim!"

"You stole my first kiss! You have to take responsibility!"

Even at a time like this, Yang Guo still wouldn't back down with his sharp tongue.

They clearly gained a huge advantage, yet they still try to shift the blame.

Besides, he gave his first kiss to Sister Rong long ago, so where did this first kiss come from?

Little Dragon Girl was so angry that she trembled all over.

responsible?

victim?

How can there be such shameless people in this world!

"Yang Guo!"

Xiaolongnu took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the pounding in her heart.

She flipped her hand, and a sharp gust of wind gathered in her palm.

"I kill you!"

This slap was not the same as the feather duster from before.

This is imbued with internal energy.

Yang Guo was so frightened that his soul almost left his body.

"Oh my god! She murdered her husband...!"

He pulled up his pants and ran outside as fast as he could.

This time, they really ran.

They used every ounce of strength they had.

Little Dragon Girl watched his disheveled retreating figure, her raised hand hovering in the air for a long time before finally not striking him down.

She slowly withdrew her hand, her fingertips gently tracing her lips.

There, it seems, the boy's warmth still lingers.

And there's that faint... masculine scent.

Little Dragon Girl's cheeks grew hotter and hotter.

She turned around and glanced at the two ridiculous "training clothes" on the cold jade bed.

Suddenly, the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, revealing a very faint smile.

But that smile was fleeting.

"lecher."

She spat lightly, but the chilling murderous intent in her voice was gone.

No dinner tonight!

The sound traveled far and wide, echoing through the deep passages of the ancient tomb.

……

The back of Zhongnan Mountain is covered with jagged rocks.

A figure darted out from the direction of the ancient tomb like a startled rabbit, disappearing as fast as lightning. Only after running two miles and being certain that the white-clad figure behind him hadn't caught up did Yang Guo slump down on a large blue stone by the roadside, panting heavily.

"Good heavens! That scared me to death!"

Yang Guo wiped the cold sweat from his forehead; his heart was still pounding in his chest.

What just happened was incredibly exciting.

That was truly dancing on the edge of a knife, roasting meat on a volcano.

He unconsciously licked his lips.

It seemed as if a chilling sensation still lingered.

It's fucking soft.

It's not just soft, it also has a refreshing sweetness, like a glutinous rice cake that has just been chilled in well water in summer. When you take a bite, the coolness goes straight down your throat and into your heart, but the aftertaste is endlessly sweet.

"Is this what Sister Long tastes like?"

Yang Guo smacked his lips, his eyes somewhat glazed over.

He recalled the moment when the two of them bumped into each other.

Although there were several layers of clothing between them, and although it was only a fleeting touch, the two incredibly elastic mounds on his chest were undeniably real.

Normally, Xiaolongnu is dressed in loose robes and sleeves, looking like a fairy who doesn't eat the food of mortals, and her figure looks thin. I never thought that it was all an illusion.

This isn't just flimsy; it's clearly a case of hidden strength!

That impact just now almost knocked his soul out of his body.

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

Yang Guo put his hands behind his head, crossed his legs, and looked at the sunlight filtering through the leaves above him, but another face involuntarily surfaced in his mind.

It was a face that could express both joy and anger, and was exceptionally beautiful.

Huang Rong.

His sister Rong, Aunt Guo.

Yang Guo was an honest man, especially when faced with his own inner desires. He closed his eyes and began to conduct an extremely serious and academic comparison in his mind.

Sister Rong's peach is a perfectly ripe juicy peach.

She exuded the charm of a mature woman, and every smile and frown was captivating. Her figure was voluptuous and soft, like a warm wad of cotton wrapped in the finest brocade. Holding her in one's arms was warm and fragrant, making one wish to die in her embrace.

Moreover, Sister Rong is very knowledgeable. She can tell what you're thinking just by looking at you. Her intelligence, although sometimes a headache, also makes people want to conquer her.

And what about Sister Long?

That was a tender bud encased within a piece of ancient, mysterious ice.

She appears cold and aloof, keeping people at arm's length, but once you touch her inside, the rawness, tightness, and the shyness and embarrassment she feels inside are quite a unique experience.

Although that bump wasn't as voluptuous and ample as Sister Rong's, it was superior in its uprightness and amazing elasticity.

Like a fully drawn bow, it is full of youthful energy.

"This is difficult."

Yang Guo sighed, his face full of conflict.

"One is a mature and charming woman, the other is an icy and aloof girl. One is gentle and soft, the other is a cool and elegant orchid."

Yang Guo spat out the grass root in his mouth, looking conflicted.

"It's like braised pork and steamed fish, each has its own merits. If you could eat both in one meal, that would be the life of a god."

Think beautifully.

Yang Guo slapped himself, shaking off the jumbled mess of thoughts from his head.

Now is not the time to dream.

We can't go back to the ancient tomb for now.

The commotion just now was too big; Sister Long is probably still furious. If we go back now, wouldn't that be like walking into the line of fire? We might actually get caught in that inescapable net and strangled by those two white ribbons.

We need to let her calm down.

Women are capable of anything when they're angry. But once they calm down after half a day or a night, they can go back and coax you gently, and it will all be over.

Anyway, I've already gained an advantage and fought, so how could I really kill myself?

Moreover, his current strength is still that of a complete weakling.

Although his internal energy has increased over the past ten years, he is still a long way from being a true master. Putting aside everything else, just look at that hand-to-hand combat with Little Dragon Girl earlier. If his internal energy were deeper, he could have directly suppressed her with his own, and there would have been no need for him to run.

They did it right there on the jade bed!

"That old bastard Yin Zhiping said he'd find a chance to steal the remaining two Nine-Turn Life-Reversing Pills."

"I need to check on his progress!"