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

The next morning.

When Lu Wushuang woke up, she felt sore all over, especially her legs, which were burning with pain.

She opened her eyes groggily and found herself lying on Yang Guo's stone bed, covered with a thin blanket.

And Yang Guo...

She turned her head and looked at the other side of the stone chamber.

Then, he froze.

Yang Guo leaned against the wall, holding... his master in his arms!

Li Mochou, wearing only a loose-fitting undergarment, nestled in Yang Guo's arms, fast asleep.

Her long, black hair was loose, with a few strands sticking to her sweaty forehead.

That beautiful face held an unusual tranquility, the corners of her lips even slightly upturned, as if she were having a sweet dream.

Yang Guo's outer robe was casually draped over his shoulders, his chest half-exposed, one arm around Li Mochou's waist, the other...

He was gently stroking her long hair.

The intimate gesture between the two made Lu Wushuang's cheeks instantly turn bright red.

"woke up?"

Yang Guo's voice suddenly rang out.

Lu Wushuang was startled and looked up to meet his smiling eyes.

"Brother Yang..." she stammered, "Master...how could she..."

"She came after you fell asleep last night," Yang Guo said frankly. "Seeing that you were exhausted, she didn't wake you."

Lu Wushuang's cheeks flushed even more, and she asked softly, "Then...you guys...?"

"Yes." Yang Guo nodded, not hiding anything, "Healing my injuries, and incidentally... consolidating my cultivation."

He spoke naturally.

Lu Wushuang bit her lip, her emotions a jumble.

She knew, of course, that her master and Brother Yang had a special relationship, but seeing the two of them so intimate still left her with a feeling that was hard to describe.

It seemed like jealousy, shyness, and a touch of curiosity.

Just then, Li Mochou also woke up.

She opened her eyes, first stretching lazily, before realizing that Lu Wushuang was staring at her with wide eyes.

"What are you looking at?" Li Mochou raised an eyebrow, her tone regaining its usual sharpness. "Haven't you ever seen someone sleeping?"

Lu Wushuang quickly lowered her head: "No, no..."

Li Mochou sat up from Yang Guo's embrace, her inner garment slipping off her shoulder, revealing a large expanse of her body.

She didn't mind, casually adjusting her clothes and looking at Lu Wushuang:

"Is your body still aching?"

Lu Wushuang nodded, blushing, "Yes, a little..."

"It's always like this the first time," Li Mochou said calmly. "It'll be fine in a couple of days. Take care to rest these few days and don't rush your training."

She paused, then added, "If you have any questions, feel free to ask me."

Lu Wushuang was taken aback, then understood what her master meant—she was teaching her from the perspective of someone who had been through it all.

The complex emotions in my heart suddenly dissipated.

"Um... thank you, Master," she replied softly.

Li Mochou stood up, straightened her Taoist robe, and returned to her usual aloof and beautiful appearance as the Red Serpent Fairy.

However, there was a subtle softening in his expression.

"I'm going to wash up," she said, pushing open the door and leaving.

Inside the stone chamber, only Yang Guo and Lu Wushuang remained.

Lu Wushuang looked at Yang Guo and suddenly asked in a low voice, "Brother Yang...you and Master...can you cultivate freely?"

Yang Guo walked to the bedside and sat down, ruffling her hair: "Jealous?"

"N-nothing..." Lu Wushuang quickly shook her head, "It's just... I'm a little curious..."

Yang Guo smiled and pulled her into his arms:

"Wushuang, remember—I love you, and I love your master, and that doesn't conflict with anything. Each of you is unique in my heart."

Lu Wushuang nestled in his arms and nodded gently:

"I understand."

She paused, then blushed and added, "It's just... next time Master is here, can I... can I come along?"

That was a bold question, and even she was startled.

A hint of surprise flashed in Yang Guo's eyes, then he smiled:

"If you're willing, of course you can."

Lu Wushuang buried her face in his chest, not daring to speak again.

Yet a strange sense of anticipation welled up within me.