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

Guo Fu's sudden request.

This left Huang Rong speechless.

Sleep with her? Like when we were kids?

That means her daughter will be close to her, that means...

The wildfire in her heart, which had been accidentally ignited and was not yet completely extinguished, would lose all possibility of reigniting—at least not tonight.

Reason is screaming in rejection.

The physical memory was still burning, and a secret desire in her heart kept refusing to let Guo Fu sleep alone.

Out of the corner of her eye, she seemed to be able to pierce through the misty water and the dark surface of the water, "seeing" the silent yet fiery presence behind the reef.

He must be listening and waiting too.

A wave of irritability and exhaustion washed over me.

She had already experienced too many shocks tonight, from the picture book to the hot spring, from the ultimate pleasure to the panic of being exposed. Her emotions had gone up and down, and she was severely exhausted.

At this moment, her daughter's dependent gaze and innocent request acted like a soft rope, temporarily binding her chaotic thoughts.

"...Alright." Huang Rong conceded, "But it's settled, only tonight. We need to pack our things tomorrow and set off early the day after, so we need to be well-rested."

"Yes! Tonight!"

Guo Fu immediately agreed happily, rubbing her face against Huang Rong's shoulder contentedly, like a young animal finally allowed to snuggle into its mother's arms.

Huang Rong felt a mix of emotions.

She took a deep breath, forcing herself to suppress those inappropriate fantasies and the lingering throbbing deep within her body.

"Soaking for too long isn't good either, get up," she said, and stood up first.

Under the moonlight, water droplets rolled down her smooth, jade-like skin, creating streaks of light.

She moved swiftly yet with her usual elegance, her back to Guo Fu and the rock, picked up the moon-white bathrobe that had slipped off the edge of the pool, wrapped herself tightly, tied the belt, and carefully concealed the spring-like colors and possible ambiguous marks on her body.

Guo Fu also climbed ashore with a laugh, showing off her youthful and beautiful body without any restraint. She picked up her clothes and wiped herself haphazardly, humming an off-key tune.

Huang Rong quickly wrung out her wet hair, casually tied it back with a hairband, and said to her daughter, "Hurry up and put on your clothes, be careful not to catch a cold. It's windy at night, let's go back quickly."

"Okay, Mother," Guo Fu replied, quickly putting on her clothes. Although they were a little wrinkled, they were at least neat.

Finally, Huang Rong's gaze swept across the calm, still water, seemingly unintentionally.

She could see nothing and hear nothing, but she could clearly feel a gaze piercing through the water and the night, locking firmly onto her.

His gaze held a hint of regret for not having had enough, a burning longing, and perhaps even a trace of understanding of her decision at that moment.

She quickly looked away, her heart pounding irregularly again.

"Let's go." She said calmly, took Guo Fu's hand, turned around, and left the hot spring that had thrown her into such a state of confusion with slightly hurried steps.

The footsteps gradually faded into the distance, mingling with the chirping of insects and the sound of the wind.

After a long while, until the mother and daughter's presence completely disappeared from the perception range, a ripple silently spread across the water behind the huge reef in the center of the hot spring pool.

Yang Guo's head slowly emerged from the water.

He wiped the water droplets from his face and took a deep breath of the night breeze, which carried a lingering fragrance.

His handsome face was expressionless, but his eyes were deep and unfathomable, shimmering with complex light under the moonlight.

The scene underwater just now, though not clear through the shimmering waves, was still breathtaking.

Huang Rong's panic and forced composure, Guo Fu's innocence and complete trust, and their intimate relationship...

Everything was like a vibrant painting, deeply imprinted in his mind.

The surging true energy of the Yin-Yang Harmony Chapter within his body was still active, and the improvement brought about by the brief "cultivation" was clearly perceptible, but the regret of the abrupt end was equally obvious.

He really... still wants to drive a G-Wagon.

But Guo Fu's arrival was like a cold lock, temporarily locking the doors of this G-Class.

"What a pity..." Yang Guo murmured, but a very faint smile appeared on his lips.

It wasn't all for naught; at least, the seemingly solid barrier between master and disciple was completely breached tonight.

Huang Rong's reaction told him that she was not indifferent; once the suppressed emotions found a crack, they would surge forth.

There is ample time.

He didn't linger, his body gliding ashore like a fish, his inner energy surging, and the moisture on his body quickly dissipated.

He put on the clean robes prepared on the shore, and took one last look in the direction of Rongxuan, where the lights had been extinguished and all was quiet.

Then, he turned around and walked steadily toward his Tingtao Garden.

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