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

The warm touch and familiar fragrance instantly enveloped him.

Even worse, in his "panic," he grabbed her waist and hips with one hand.

With his other hand on the desk, seemingly to steady himself, he actually held her firmly in his arms.

"Master...I'm sorry...I lost my balance..." Yang Guo said in a muffled voice, while rubbing his face against her chest.

Huang Rong froze.

She could clearly feel Yang Guo's face pressed against the softness of her chest, his warm breath seeping through her thin undergarment...

What's worse, his hand was still gripping her hip tightly, with just the right amount of force, yet it made her feel weak all over.

"You...you get up quickly..." Huang Rong's voice trembled as she reached out to push him, but she couldn't muster any strength.

Yang Guo raised his head, and the two looked at each other.

His eyes gleamed with a mischievous smile, showing not a trace of panic at "losing his footing."

"Master," he whispered, not letting go but holding her even tighter, "this disciple truly needs to improve my strength. The Mongol army is approaching, and even masters like the Golden Wheel Monk are in the enemy camp. If this disciple is not strong enough, how can I protect Master? How can I protect Sister Fu? How can I protect Xiangyang?"

These words sounded grand and dignified, but combined with his actions at that moment, they seemed exceptionally ambiguous.

Huang Rong's heart was pounding like a drum, and her mind was in complete chaos.

Reason told her she should push him away, refuse him firmly, and maintain the dignity of a teacher.

But her body betrayed her.

Yang Guo's embrace was so warm, his scent so familiar, and his words about "dual cultivation to improve strength" were so tempting...

Not to mention, during these days of being alone in her empty room, how could she not think of those days and nights on Peach Blossom Island in the dead of night?

"Guo'er..." Huang Rong bit her lip, her eyes glistening with tears, "You...you must release your master first..."

"Master agreed?" Yang Guo didn't let go, but instead pulled her closer to his arms.

As their bodies pressed together, they could both clearly feel each other's body temperature and heartbeat.

Huang Rong was only wearing that thin outer garment, and the inner garment was as thin as a cicada's wing. Through the two layers of fabric, Yang Guo could feel the soft curves of her body.

It was the plumpness unique to mature women, unlike the immaturity of young girls, but like a ripe peach, every curve exuding an alluring fragrance.

Huang Rong's cheeks were flushed and her breathing was slightly disordered.

She could feel the solidity of Yang Guo's chest, the strength of his arms around her waist, and even more so...

"You..." She was about to say something when Yang Guo lowered his head and kissed her.

The kiss was warm and powerful, easily prying open her slightly parted teeth.

Huang Rong's mind went blank. She instinctively wanted to push him away, but when she placed her hands on his chest, she couldn't muster any strength.

Yang Guo's hand began to wander.

Moving slowly upwards from her slender waist, one can clearly feel the soft waistline even through the thin undergarment.

His fingertips gently traced her back, each stroke causing Huang Rong's body to tremble slightly.

When his hand finally touched her hip, Huang Rong couldn't help but let out a soft moan.

Those hands were large and powerful, carrying a scorching heat that almost burned her skin through the fabric.

"Guo'er...don't..." Huang Rong said "don't" but her body honestly welcomed his touch.

Yang Guo did not stop.

He kissed her deeply as he slowly led her to the desk.

This large, flat mahogany desk is where Huang Rong usually handles her duties.

Now, it is about to witness a different kind of scenery.

"Master," Yang Guo whispered in her ear, his breath hot, "let's... begin our cultivation here."

Before Huang Rong could react, Yang Guo had already reached out and untied the ties of her outer robe.

The pale yellow outer garment slipped to the ground, revealing the inner garment underneath.

The collar of the inner garment was slightly open, revealing glimpses of the edge of the lotus-root-colored bodice underneath, as well as the barely visible cleavage deeper inside.

Yang Guo's eyes darkened.

His hand slipped under the hem of her inner garment, his fingertips touching the delicate skin of her waist.

Huang Rong stiffened, but did not stop him. She simply closed her eyes and let him do as he pleased.

Her undergarment was also removed and fell to her feet.

At this moment, Huang Rong was only wearing a light purple bodice and a pair of matching underpants.

In the candlelight, her skin shone with an ivory-like luster, her shoulders and neck were beautifully shaped, and her collarbones were exquisite.

Her ample bosom seemed to burst forth from under the bodice, her waist was so slender it could be encircled with one hand, while her hips and legs were full and rounded, creating a striking contrast.

Yang Guo's Adam's apple bobbed as he lowered his head and kissed her shoulder and neck.

Warm lips roamed over her delicate face, leaving moist marks.

His hands were also busy, gently untying the straps of the bodice.

The undergarment slipped down.

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

Yang Guo also loosened his belt.

His blue robe slipped down, revealing his strong upper body.

That was the physique he had developed through years of martial arts training; his muscles were clearly defined but not exaggerated, and every part of them contained explosive power.

He took off his own pants and also tore off Huang Rong's last barrier.

"Master, our training is about to begin," Yang Guo said in a low voice.

at the same time.

Suddenly, a series of light footsteps came from outside the door!

The footsteps were light, but they grew closer and closer, accompanied by faint sobs.

The two of them froze simultaneously.

"It's Fu'er!" Huang Rong instantly woke up, her face turned pale, and she struggled to get off the table.

Yang Guo also looked helpless—the arrow was on the bowstring, but…

Seeing Huang Rong's flustered appearance, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

Just as Huang Rong was about to straighten up, he...

.........

Caught off guard, Huang Rong covered her mouth tightly with both hands.

"You...you..." Huang Rong was both ashamed and anxious.

Yang didn't have time to explain, because Guo Fu was a big mouth.

If she sees it.

It's no exaggeration to say that a minute later, Guo Jing came to play Dou Dizhu (a card game) with him.

So, before Guo Fu came in...

He quickly scanned the room.

Under the bed? In the wardrobe? Neither will do!

There's no escaping it.

His gaze fell on the desk.

This mahogany desk is large and heavy, with a brocade tablecloth hanging down to the ground underneath, which perfectly blocks the view.

Absolutely wonderful!

"I'm hiding under the table!" he whispered urgently to Huang Rong, while quickly picking up his clothes from the floor.

Huang Rong also realized what was happening. Ignoring the strange feeling in her body, she hurriedly grabbed the outer garment that had slipped off and put it on.

The room was completely empty; she wasn't wearing anything, but she couldn't care less about that at the moment.

Yang Guo, clutching his clothes, darted under the table.

The space under the table was small, so he could only crouch down.

The brocade tablecloth draped down again, completely concealing him, but through a gap under the table, he could still see a small patch of the ground outside.

Huang Rong took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.

She quickly gathered the outer garment draped over her body, tightened the open front, and then raised her hand to tidy her messy long hair.

After doing all that, her cheeks felt hot again.

"Squeak—"

The door was pushed open.