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

A fleeting smile crossed Yang Guo's eyes, and he immediately replied respectfully:

"Based on that merchant's rough demonstration, it should be worn close to the skin, replacing ordinary undergarments. As for the specifics... I dare not speculate. Aunt Guo can decide for herself."

He emphasized the words "consider it yourself" slightly, giving Huang Rong a final way out and the right to choose.

The room fell silent, with only the slightly rapid breathing of the two people.

Huang Rong stared at the dark black pile on the stone table.

Wear it?

Just imagining the feeling of that smooth, silky fabric against her skin sent shivers down her spine.

Can I not wear it?

Thinking about the long "treatment" ahead, the pervasive friction and discomfort...

Ultimately, the faint desire to alleviate her pain, and the curiosity about the "different experience" this strange object might bring, overwhelmed her last bit of restraint.

"...You, turn around." Huang Rong's voice was barely audible, trembling.

"Yes." Yang Guo immediately turned around, facing the stone gate, and remained motionless.

A very faint rustling sound came from behind, yet it carried an infinite hesitation.

Every tiny sound was amplified in this silent, enclosed room, stirring one's nerves.

Even with his back turned, Yang Guo could imagine what a breathtaking scene it must have been.

He held his breath, but the internal energy of the "Yin Yang Harmony Chapter" within his body spontaneously accelerated its circulation.

After a long while, the rustling sound finally stopped completely.

Huang Rong's voice rang out again, with an unprecedented and unusual tone.

A mixture of intense shame, a hint of astonishment, and... a strange, indescribable feeling.

"Okay...okay."

Yang Guo slowly turned around.

With just one glance, I felt my blood rush to my head and my breath catch in my throat.

Under the radiant light of the pearl, Huang Rong still stood at the position of the yang fish in the Tai Chi diagram, but her moon-white silk robe was no longer there.

Instead, a dark and alluring ink color covered her slender body.

The "top" was supported by several black ribbons and openwork lace, creating a deep and alluring cleavage.

The large expanse of snow-white skin contrasted sharply with the dark color, gleaming with a jade-like luster under the soft light.

Her long, straight legs were completely encased in sheer black stockings, the tips of which were adorned with delicate lace, exuding an indescribable sexiness and allure.

The material of the stockings was indeed unique; not only did they fit perfectly, but they also shimmered with a faint halo under the light, making the legs look even longer and more alluring.

Huang Rong unconsciously crossed her hands in front of her lower abdomen, trying to cover herself, unaware that this attempt to conceal her only made things worse. Combined with her flushed cheeks, flustered and evasive eyes, slightly trembling body, and the outfit that amplified her mature charm and sexiness to the extreme, this created a fatal impact.

In Huang Rong's mind, this feeling of being bound and exposed was intertwined, making her so ashamed that she almost fainted.

But ironically, this silk fabric clung to her body so tightly that it allowed her to move around without any hindrance, and even... it gave her a smooth and comfortable feeling.

"This...this is what you meant by 'reducing obstacles'?" Huang Rong's voice trembled.

Yang Guo forced himself to look away from the breathtaking scenery before him, his Adam's apple bobbing, his voice low and hoarse:

"Aunt Guo... do you feel any different than before? Is your blood and qi circulation... smoother?"

Different? More than just different!

Huang Rong felt as if every inch of her skin was about to burn.

She tried to circulate her internal energy slightly, and was surprised to find that, perhaps because she had removed the constraints of her heavy clothing, her internal energy did indeed seem to flow more smoothly within her body.

Unable to answer, she could only bite her lower lip tightly, turn her face away, and her neck and exposed shoulders were tinged with an intoxicating pink.

Yang Guo knew that the time was right, and that forcing the issue further might have the opposite effect.

After all, Huang Rong is quite thin-skinned!

He took a deep breath, suppressing his surging blood and restless thoughts, and tried to keep his voice steady: "Aunt Guo, the time is approaching, let's... begin the treatment."

Huang Rong trembled, nodded resignedly, and walked stiffly toward the stone bed.

However, Yang Guo did not follow closely behind as usual.