Yang Guo: I'm invincible in the opening battle against Aunt Guo!

Since she chose Yang Guo, she had no choice but to accept everything about him.

This includes his philandering and the other women around him.

The two continued on their way, passing through the corridors and around the artificial hill, and finally arrived at the courtyard where Guo Fu lived.

She pushed open the door and found the room exquisitely furnished. The dressing table was covered with rouge and face powder, and the bed was covered with a brocade quilt embroidered with hibiscus flowers, exuding the charm of a young girl and the warmth of her boudoir.

"Brother Yang..." Guo Fu stood inside the door, turned to look at Yang Guo, her cheeks flushed, her eyes filled with both anticipation and nervousness.

Yang Guo stepped into the room and closed the door behind him.

With a creak, the door closed.

As soon as the door closed, Guo Fu's heart pounded.

She knew what was going to happen next.

She knew that once she took this step, there was no turning back.

Yang Guo walked up to her and gently stroked her cheek: "Fu-mei, are you ready?"

Guo Fu looked at him, at the man she had liked since childhood, at this amorous man who made her both love and feel helpless.

Finally, she nodded.

She tiptoed and kissed his lips.

This time, there will be no more hesitation.

Yang Guo responded to her kiss, his hands slowly beginning to unbutton his shirt.

The ties of her skirt were untied, and the buttons of her undergarment were undone.

Skin to skin, warm and soft.

Guo Fu trembled slightly, but hugged him even tighter.

As the ribbons of the skirt were untied, the pale pink outer garment slipped off her shoulders, revealing the white bodice underneath.

Her neck was long and slender, her collarbones delicate, and her budding breasts rose and fell gently beneath her bodice.

Yang Guo's hand slowly moved up from her waist, caressing her slender waist.

"Brother Yang..." Guo Fu called softly, her voice trembling with nervousness.

"Don't be afraid," Yang Guo whispered in her ear, his warm breath brushing against her earlobe. "I'll be very gentle."

He lowered his head and kissed her neck, his fingers deftly untying the straps of her bodice, and the thin barrier finally slipped down.

Guo Fu gasped softly and instinctively tried to cover herself with her hand, but Yang Guo grabbed her wrist.

"Fu-mei is very beautiful." Yang Guo looked at her face, his eyes full of admiration and passion. "Don't be shy."

Guo Fu's cheeks burned, and she closed her eyes, not daring to look at him.

Yang Guo gently picked her up and carried her to the bed.

……

"Fu-mei," he said in a low, hoarse voice, "don't worry."

Guo Fu opened her eyes and looked at his face so close to hers, at the undisguised desire in his eyes, and a feeling of unprecedented excitement welled up in her heart.

She nodded and closed her eyes.

……

At a certain moment.

Guo Fu suddenly opened her eyes wide, and tears welled up instantly.

The pain of her tendons tearing was more intense than she had imagined, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

Yang Guo tenderly kissed away the tears from the corners of her eyes: "Don't be afraid, Fu-mei. This is how cultivation is. After all, your meridians haven't been opened yet."

"I never imagined cultivation would hurt so much, it hurts so much..." Guo Fu sobbed, gripping his arm tightly with both hands. "Brother Yang, I... I don't want to cultivate anymore..."

"Don't be afraid, my internal energy will be very gentle."

Yang Guo gently comforted her, lightly kissing her lips, "You need to relax a bit and slowly get used to my inner energy."

But Guo Fu was still saying that her torn meridians were too painful and she didn't want to practice martial arts anymore.

Perhaps Guo Fu's constitution is a bit special.

Yang Guo felt a pang of heartache seeing her like this, and gently stroked her cheek: "How about... we rest for a while, and then..."

He truly felt sorry for her.

Guo Fu looked at him through teary eyes, feeling both grateful and guilty.

She knew that Yang Guo's cultivation was also very arduous.

But the pain in the meridians was just too intense.

"Brother Yang, I'm sorry..." she said, choking back tears.

"Silly girl, why are you saying sorry?" Yang Guo kissed her forehead. "These things can't be forced."

Just as he was about to get up, there was a sudden, urgent knocking on the door.