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

at the same time.

In Guo Fu's boudoir in Xiangyang.

Guo Fu's eyelashes trembled slightly, and then she slowly opened her eyes.

She turned her head slightly and looked at the pillow.

Yang Guo was still asleep.

He was sleeping soundly, his breathing even and deep, one hand still resting on her waist, a posture full of possessiveness.

Guo Fu's lips unconsciously curved upwards, and a sweet feeling welled up in her heart.

She shifted her body cautiously, trying to stretch as she always did—

"hiss……"

Guo Fu's pretty eyebrows furrowed instantly, and tears welled up in her eyes involuntarily.

She bit her lower lip, afraid to move, and could only lie stiffly, waiting for the pain to gradually subside.

It really hurts.

But the feeling of being filled inside was also real.

She's already Brother Yang's woman.

From this day forward, we will be together through life and death, fortune and misfortune.

Thinking of this, Guo Fu couldn't help but look at Yang Guo again.

She reached out, her fingertips hovering above his cheek, wanting to touch him but not daring to, afraid of waking him.

In the end, I only vaguely traced the outline of his eyebrows and eyes, feeling as sweet as if I were soaked in honey.

Just then, a very familiar fragrance wafted into her nostrils.

Guo Fu paused.

This taste...

She leaned close to Yang Guo's neck and gently sniffed.

It smells like peach blossom balm, the unique scent of my mother, Huang Rong.

Guo Fu's brows slowly furrowed.

Wasn't Brother Yang with me all night?

Why does it smell like its mother?

unless……

Guo Fu's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

She recalled that last night, in a half-dream, half-awake state, she seemed to sense that Brother Yang had left the bed.

She was so tired at the time that she thought she was dreaming.

Isn't this a dream?

But what was Brother Yang doing in his mother's room in the middle of the night?

Reporting on military intelligence?

Impossible, there's no such thing as reporting in the middle of the night.

Could you please teach me martial arts?

It doesn't make sense either; it shouldn't be happening in the middle of the night...

A series of thoughts flashed through her mind, each one making her feel uneasy.

"What is Fu-mei looking at?"

A deep, chuckled voice suddenly rang out.

Guo Fu was startled and looked up to meet Yang Guo's open eyes.

He had woken up at some point and was looking at her with a half-smile.

"Brother Yang..." Guo Fu blushed and subconsciously tried to pull her hand back, but Yang Guo grabbed it.

"Awake?" Yang Guo pinched her cheek, his fingertips warm. "Did you sleep well?"

Guo Fu nodded, but her gaze involuntarily fell on his neck again.

Although the smell was faint, she couldn't possibly be mistaken.

"Brother Yang," she bit her lip but still asked, "Why do you... smell like Mother?"

Yang Guo was startled.

He helped Huang Rong break through her cultivation barrier last night, and afterwards he simply washed himself.

But with their inner strength merging and their auras permeating each other, how could it be so easily dissipated?

Not to mention, Huang Rong's room was filled with the fragrance of peach blossoms, which had already permeated her clothes and even her skin.

With such close contact, it was inevitable that their scents would mingle.

He originally thought that Guo Fu was young and inexperienced, and wouldn't notice these details.

I never expected this girl to have such a keen sense of smell.

His mind raced with thoughts, but he showed no sign of it on his face.

Yang Guo chuckled and pulled Guo Fu into his arms: "Is Fu-mei still half asleep? How could I possibly smell like Master? You must have smelled peach blossoms on yourself and mistook it for something else."

"But..." Guo Fu wanted to say something more.

Yang Guo lowered his head and kissed her lips.

The kiss came suddenly.

Guo Fu made a "hmm" sound, and the jumbled thoughts in her mind were instantly scattered.

She responded instinctively, wrapping her arms around Yang Guo's neck.

When the kiss ended, both of them were a little out of breath.

Yang Guo's hand slipped under the brocade quilt, caressing Guo Fu's smooth back, his fingertips tracing the delicate skin: "If Sister Fu doesn't believe me, smell her again?"

"I...I didn't..." she tried to explain that she wasn't suspicious, just curious.

But Yang Guo didn't give her a chance.

He rolled over and pinned her beneath him.

"Brother Yang..." Guo Fu groaned softly, the place where she had her first sexual experience last night was still sore.

"I'll be gentler this time," Yang Guo whispered in her ear, his breath hot. "Besides, the dual cultivation technique has a healing effect. After circulating it a few times, the pain will be gone."

As he spoke, he channeled gentle internal energy into his palm and slowly injected it into Guo Fu's body.

Where the warm current passed, the aches and pains were indeed relieved considerably.

Guo Fu gradually relaxed, her arms softly wrapping around Yang Guo's waist.

……

Meanwhile, not far outside the door.

Wu Xiuwen and Wu Dunru stood on their way to Guo Fu, both looking rather grim.

"Fu-mei must have been deceived by Yang Guo's sweet talk!"

They still wanted to talk to Guo Fu about Yang Guo's bad points, especially his amorous nature.

"What's the point of saying all this now?" Wu Dunru gritted his teeth. "The key is, we need to let Fu Mei see that kid's true colors!"

The two were talking when they suddenly stopped at the same time.

Because a faint sound could be heard coming from inside the room in front of us.

Even through the door, you could hear what was making that noise.

Wu Xiuwen's eyes instantly turned red.

"Yang Guo! You bastard!" he roared, raising his foot to kick the door!

"Stop!" Wu Dunru quickly grabbed him. "Are you crazy! This is Fumei's boudoir!"

"I don't care about his private quarters!" Wu Xiuwen broke free from his hand, pointed at the door, his voice trembling, "Listen! Listen inside! Fu-mei...she's being bullied by that brat!"

Wu Dunru raised his voice, "But our master's wife has already acquiesced, what else can we do!"

"I don't care! I'm going to kill that kid!"

Wu Xiuwen completely lost his mind and kicked the door hard!

"Bang!"

The door shook, but Guo Fu's bedroom door was thick and heavy, and the kick did not open it.

The sounds inside the room abruptly ceased.

Immediately afterwards, Yang Guo's cold voice rang out: "Who?"

Just as Wu Xiuwen was about to kick again, a calm female voice suddenly came from behind him:

"Xiuwen, Dunru, what are you doing?"

The two of them froze, then slowly turned around.

Huang Rong was standing under the eaves at some point, quietly watching them.

She wore a light blue dress, her long hair loosely tied up, her face revealing neither joy nor anger, but the coldness in her eyes sent a chill down the spines of both Da Wu and Xiao Wu.

"Master...Master's wife..." Wu Xiuwen stammered, "We...we..."

"We heard Fu-mei crying!" Wu Dunru interrupted, pointing to the door with an indignant expression. "It must be that scoundrel Yang Guo bullying Fu-mei! Madam, you must go and see!"

Huang Rong's gaze swept across the doorway and then returned to the two people's faces.

Of course she knew what was happening inside.

In fact, she came here specifically this morning because she had guessed that this scene might happen.

Although Yang Guo and Guo Fu did not get married, their relationship was as intimate as that of newlyweds.

It's perfectly normal to be affectionate in the morning.

She had intended to take a quick look from afar and leave, but she didn't expect to run into Da Wu and Xiao Wu causing trouble here.

"Fu'er isn't crying," Huang Rong said calmly. "That's just normal for them. You're all grown up; you know what's what, so why make such a fuss?"

Wu Xiuwen panicked: "But Master's wife! That brat Yang Guo has so many women around him! He's not truly sincere towards Fu Mei! He..."

"Xiuwen," Huang Rong interrupted him, her voice still calm, "Fu'er is already betrothed to Guo'er. What happened last night was tacitly approved by Jing-gege and me. From now on, Fu'er belongs to Guo'er. Do you understand?"

The last five words were spoken slowly and deliberately.

Da Wu and Xiao Wu were struck dumb, standing there as if by lightning.

They're betrothed?

Tacit approval?

Fu-mei...is she really already Yang Guo's woman?