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

Looking at the Little Dragon Girl on the bed, the impact was simply too great.

Yang Guo felt a surge of hot blood rush to the top of his head, and the two streams of hot blood from his nostrils could no longer be contained, dripping onto the bluestone floor with a "drip".

The sound seemed particularly abrupt in the silent tomb.

The little dragon girl on the bed seemed to sense something, her long legs curled up slightly, and she let out a muffled moan.

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

If caught red-handed, it wouldn't be as simple as a spanking; he'd probably be kicked out of the ancient tomb, and might even get a taste of the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra Sword Technique.

He suppressed the urge to take another look, held his breath, and used the "Snake-like Leap" technique to slip back to his tomb chamber, skimming the ground.

Back on the cold jade bed, Yang Guo gasped for breath, his heart pounding.

"Good heavens!"

Yang Guo wiped his nose, looked at the bloodstains on the back of his hand, and chuckled foolishly.

"She wore it! She really wore it!"

"You say no, but your body says otherwise."

Yang Guo lay on the cold jade bed. Wisps of cold air seeped into his body, trying to suppress the restless fire within him. But at this moment, even the ancient ice of ten thousand years could not freeze his burning heart.

He had initially grown somewhat weary of life in this ancient tomb, finding it bland and uninteresting compared to the vibrant world outside. But now, he realized that the scenery hidden within this tomb was truly breathtaking.

She usually acts like a high-and-mighty, aloof fairy, but secretly she sleeps in those shameful little clothes that he sewed himself.

This huge contrast is even more intoxicating than being completely naked.

"Master, it seems you are destined to be a Taoist priest in this life."

"I didn't want this either, but there's nothing I can do, it's fate!"

"Before I arrived, you were a dragon knight, but now that I'm here, it's no longer your turn!"

Yang Guo crossed his legs, looked at the top of the tomb, and the scales in his heart completely tipped.

He had previously planned to introduce Xiaolongnü to Yin Zhiping, hoping to squeeze some benefits out of him. Now? If anyone dared to lay a finger on Xiaolongnü, Yang Guo would be the first to fly into a rage!

Although I can only call her "older sister" for now, there's plenty of time in the future.

"This matter cannot be rushed."

Yang Guo turned over to calm himself down.

"Sister Long has a cold personality and is easily embarrassed. If she finds out I peeked, she'll definitely be furious. I have to take it slow and steady, like boiling a frog in lukewarm water."

"The most urgent task is to improve my martial arts skills. Otherwise, if one day I really want to force myself on someone... I mean, if I want to get close to her, wouldn't it be very embarrassing if I couldn't beat her?"

Thinking of this, Yang Guo sat up again.

Since I can't sleep anyway, I'll practice my kung fu!

He crossed his legs again and began circulating the inner energy of the One-Finger Divine Skill. This time, fueled by the erotic image from before, his internal energy circulated even faster than before.

……

No one knows how long Yang Guo practiced, but he fell asleep as soon as he felt sleepy.

When I woke up again, it was already broad daylight.

He slept very restlessly, his dreams filled with images of pale, white thighs and that incredibly thin ribbon.

One moment it's Sister Long coldly telling him to kneel down, and the next it's Sister Rong smilingly calling him Guo'er.

When I woke up, I only felt soreness in my lower back, but I felt surprisingly energetic.

"This is youth."

Yang Guo sighed and got out of bed. His internal energy circulated automatically, and the eighth-grade One Yang Finger technique, which he had just barely mastered last night, throbbed in his meridians. His fingertips were burning hot, and he kept wanting to poke them a couple of times.

"Snapped!"

Yang Guo slapped himself, scattering the junk in his head.

"Calm down, Yang Guo, you need to calm down. You can't rush things, and you certainly can't take advantage of a cold beauty."

He straightened his robes. The sandalwood box in his arms felt uncomfortable, so he casually tossed it onto the stone bed.

There were only three people in the ancient tomb. Granny Sun was old and not interested in these martial arts.

Yang Guo and Xiaolongnu had no intention of being on guard; if she wanted to practice, he would let her.

After all, Yang Guo had already made up his mind that Xiaolongnü would definitely be his in the future, and he certainly had no objection to his woman being stronger.

After leaving the tomb chamber, we walked along the passageway towards the dining hall.

You can smell the aroma of rice from afar.

Granny Sun was placing a clay pot on the stone table when she saw Yang Guo swaying over. Her wrinkled face broke into a wide smile: "Guo'er, you're up? Come on, drink your porridge while it's hot. Granny specially added red dates and longan today to help replenish your energy."

Yang Guo felt a warmth in his heart, but his words were as sweet as honey: "Grandma, you are truly my dear grandmother. No one in this world loves me as much as you do."

"You're such a chatterbox," Granny Sun said with a laugh, then ladled out a large bowl for him. "Miss Long is still inside washing up. You eat first."

Just then, a light footstep sound came from nearby.

Yang Guo's ears twitched, and he quickly put down his bowl, sitting up straight like a well-behaved child.

A little dragon girl in white came out.

Before, when Yang Guo looked at her, he only felt that she was ethereal and untouchable. But today, when he looked at her again, his gaze had changed.

Her eyes seemed to be wearing X-ray glasses, peering through layers of white tulle skirts and penetrating straight inside.

Her gait remained light and graceful, but Yang Guo's mind automatically filled in the details of the view beneath her skirt—with each step, was the belt tied around her waist gently rubbing against her?

Was that semi-transparent fabric clinging to that jade-like skin?

"Gulp."

Yang Guo swallowed hard, his voice a little loud.

Little Dragon Girl paused, her cool eyes sweeping over him: "What? A starving ghost reincarnated?"

"No, no, no!" Yang Guo quickly waved his hand, a fawning smile plastered on his face. "I just thought Sister Long looked so radiant today, like...like a fairy descended from heaven."

Little Dragon Girl ignored his glib tongue and went straight to the table to sit down.

She sat upright with her back ramrod straight.

Yang Guo sat opposite her, but his eyes were restless, constantly glancing at her waist.

I saw it clearly last night; the belt was tied around the waist. I wonder if it's too tight? It would be heartbreaking if it left red marks.

"Eat." Little Dragon Girl tapped the rim of her bowl. "Don't you want your eyes anymore?"

Yang Guo chuckled and took a couple of sips of porridge.

But my heart felt like it was being scratched by a cat, unbearably itchy.

Last night I mastered the eighth level of the One-Finger Divine Skill; my fingertips can generate heat and promote blood circulation. If I don't show off this skill, wouldn't it be like wearing fine clothes in the dark?

"Sister Long," Yang Guo put down his chopsticks, his face sincere, "I noticed your shoulders seemed a little stiff when you were walking just now. Didn't you sleep well last night?"

Little Dragon Girl stopped eating with her chopsticks.

I didn't sleep well last night.

The new protective suit... although it was definitely more breathable than the old underwear, something still felt off. Especially the straps, which were sensitive to the slightest movement, giving her several bizarre dreams that night.

"No," she replied coldly.

"Definitely!" Yang Guo boasted shamelessly. "I studied medicine with Island Master Huang. I can tell at a glance whether a person has slept well or not. Look at your dark circles."

In reality, Xiaolongnu has fair skin and no dark circles under her eyes. Yang Guo is simply lying through his teeth.

Hearing this from the side, Granny Sun became anxious: "Really? Girl, have you been practicing too hard these past few days? Why don't you let Guo'er take a look at you? Although this child is mischievous, he knows quite a lot."

That's a divine assist!

Yang Guo mentally gave Granny Sun a thumbs up and pressed his advantage, saying, "Yes, Sister Long, I recently learned a massage technique that's specifically for relaxing muscles and improving blood circulation to relieve fatigue. How about... I give you a massage?"

Little Dragon Girl looked at him suspiciously.

This kid is usually so unserious, why is he being so attentive today?

But her shoulders did feel a bit sore and heavy. This ancient tomb was perpetually dark and damp, and even with her profound internal strength, she couldn't help feeling some discomfort.

"Do you know massage?"

"Of course I can!" Yang Guo thumped his chest loudly. "Don't believe me? Just try it, and if you don't do it well, you don't have to pay!"

Without waiting for Xiaolongnu's reply, he stood up and went around to Xiaolongnu's back.

Yang Guo thought to himself, "Back then, Aunt Guo was won over by my massage technique. I refuse to believe I can't win over a little brat like you!"