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

Under the same moon, in Huang Rong's room.

She sat at the table, holding a book in her hands, but hadn't turned a single page for a long time.

The maid's words were still echoing in my ears:

"Miss seems to be drunk. Young Master Yang has brought two large buckets of hot water and asked for more flower petals to be scattered on top..."

"When I entered, Miss was leaning against the embroidered stool, her cheeks flushed..."

This maid is the one who accepted Yang Guo's money.

She was also arranged by Huang Rong, just to find out when Yang Guo would go to Guo Fu's place.

It was just arranged.

I didn't expect him to be so impatient. He only arrived in Xiangyang yesterday, and so much has already happened. And today is even worse...

Huang Rong put down the book and rubbed her temples.

This kid certainly has a lot of tricks up his sleeve.

They must have deliberately gotten Fu'er drunk.

She remembered that Yang Guo had taken out that set of black clothes when they were on Peach Blossom Island.

The fabric was as thin as a cicada's wing, and the style was so daring that she felt extremely ashamed and indignant at the time.

But now that I think about it, that kid probably had this in mind all along.

Thinking of Peach Blossom Island, her gaze unconsciously drifted to the sandalwood cabinet in the corner of the room.

There was a hidden compartment inside, where some items that were not convenient to show to others were stored.

After hesitating for a moment, Huang Rong got up, walked to the cabinet, took out a small copper key, inserted it into the lock, and turned it gently.

With a soft "click," the interlayer popped open.

Inside lay the very book Yang Guo had obtained through system check-ins: "The Golden Flower..."

The books are in excellent condition.

Huang Rong took it out, gently stroking the cover with her fingertips, a complex expression on her face.

She obtained this book from Yang Guo when she was on Peach Blossom Island.

They intended to destroy it, but somehow they kept it and brought it to Xiangyang.

Sometimes, when the night is quiet, she would take out this book and flip through a few pages.

It wasn't because of those explicit descriptions—Huang Rong was no ordinary person; how could she be truly seduced by such vulgar things?

But... but the details of the love affairs between men and women in the book, the unspoken tenderness, occasionally remind her of some feelings that she had long forgotten.

I recall the awkwardness and passion of our honeymoon.

I think back to those nights from years ago.

When I think of Peach Blossom Island.

Huang Rong's cheeks felt slightly hot.

She took the book, walked to the bedside, sat down, and turned to a page by candlelight.

It was the episode of "Pan Jinlian's Drunken Riot Under the Grape Trellise".

The candlelight flickered, reflecting on her gradually reddening cheeks.

After an unknown amount of time, Huang Rong closed the book and let out a long sigh.

She had intended to sleep, but tonight she found herself inexplicably restless.

Before I knew it, those things came to mind again...

Huang Rong bit her lip and placed the book beside her pillow.

The ties of the inner garment were gently untied.

Moonlight streamed through the window paper, illuminating her voluptuous, fair body.

A woman in her thirties is at the peak of her maturity.

Her skin remained firm and smooth, and although her waist was no longer as slender as when she was a young girl, it had gained a more rounded and graceful charm.

Huang Rong closed her eyes.

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at the same time.

Yang Guo turned to look at the person sleeping soundly beside him.

At this moment, her breathing was even and deep, her forehead was damp with sweat and her hair was sticking to her cheeks, and there was a satisfied smile on her lips.

Having completed her cultivation, all eight extraordinary meridians in her body were open, and her Xuan Guan (a vital energy gate) was wide open. She was now fast asleep, digesting the vast internal energy flowing through her body.

Yang Guo reached out and gently stroked her slightly flushed cheeks, his fingertips touching her warm and smooth skin.

Although Guo Fu had tried her best to cooperate during the martial arts internal energy training, her cultivation level was still shallow, and she was exhausted after only a little training.

She was fast asleep and did not wake up at all, even when he got up from the bed.

Yang Guo quietly lifted the brocade quilt and stepped barefoot onto the floor.

He turned around and tucked the blanket around Guo Fu, then placed a light kiss on her forehead before taking her clothes from the screen and quietly dressing herself.

When I pushed open the door, the night breeze brushed my face, carrying the chill of late autumn.

Yang Guo stood under the eaves, gazing at the bright moon in the courtyard, but he felt no sleepiness whatsoever.

Although the cultivation has been completed, the masculine energy within his body is still surging and has not been completely calmed down.

In order to help Guo Fu open the Xuan Guan (a point on the body's energy gate), he had barely used his internal energy. Now, his dantian was full of true energy but had nowhere to release it, which made him feel a little restless.

Three options flashed through my mind.

Lu Wushuang and Cheng Ying have been reunited after a long separation, and they must have a lot to say to each other. It would be best not to disturb them.

Li Mochou is at an inn in the south of the city.

And Huang Rong...

Yang Guo's lips curled slightly, a deep meaning flashing in his eyes.

The regrets from last night still linger in my mind.

As the saying goes, distant water cannot quench immediate thirst.

Since it's so close, why not finish what we haven't done yet?

Thinking of this, Yang Guo's restlessness became even more pronounced.

He straightened his clothes, his figure blending into the night like a ghost, and darted towards the courtyard where Huang Rong was staying.

at the same time.

In Huang Rong's room.

She became a gold...

I was just about to take a shower to relax.

She had just walked to the screen and reached for the cloth draped on the rack—

"Squeak."

The door was gently pushed open.

Yang Guo slipped inside, then closed the door behind him, his movements so light they were almost silent.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

Yang Guo's pupils contracted slightly, and his breathing suddenly stopped.

Huang Rong froze.

She heard the door open and footsteps.

She didn't need to turn around; she knew who it was.

In the entire Guo mansion, who else but that boy could sneak into her room silently in the dead of night?

He shouldn't be...

How did I end up here?

Huang Rong suddenly sat up straight.

Thinking about how things are now, I feel a little embarrassed.

"Master...Master..." Yang Guo's voice was a little hoarse.

Huang Rong gritted her teeth and finally said calmly, "What are you doing here so late at night instead of sleeping?"

"This disciple has some cultivation matters that I don't understand, so I thought I'd come and ask." Yang Guo was also quite surprised, not knowing why Huang Rong would act this way, but he still replied in normal words.

"If you have any cultivation to do, come back tomorrow. Can't you see what I'm about to do?" Huang Rong calmed down instantly and just wanted Yang Guo to go back first.

Otherwise, wouldn't it be very embarrassing if it were exposed?

Although the two had cultivated together many times, each of their previous cultivation sessions had a specific reason.

Upon hearing Huang Rong's words, Yang Guo did not leave.

Instead, he stood still, lost in thought, while glancing around at other parts of the room.

Trying to find some clues!

Something seems a little off!

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