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

early morning.

On the bed, the brocade quilt was slightly raised, and two figures slept in each other's arms.

Huang Rong was fast asleep, nestled in Yang Guo's arms.

Yang Guo had one arm around her waist and the other behind her head, his breathing even and deep.

They practiced dual cultivation several times last night, and both of them were quite exhausted.

Suddenly, soft footsteps came from outside the door.

Immediately afterwards, the door was pushed open.

A maid peeked in; it was Qingxing, Huang Rong's personal maid whom she had brought from Peach Blossom Island.

She would come to serve Huang Rong every morning to help her wash up, and she had long been used to entering the room at this time.

But today—

She saw the scene on the bed and froze at the doorway.

Under the brocade quilt, the young lady and young master Yang slept in each other's arms, their clothes draped haphazardly on the screen beside the bed.

The young lady's exposed shoulders were bare, with a few faint red marks visible on them.

Qingxing's face flushed bright red.

She instinctively wanted to back out, but her legs felt like lead and she couldn't move.

Miss and Young Master Yang...

She already knew about their relationship.

These days, Young Master Yang would come to Miss's room every few nights.

Sometimes they would stay for an hour or two before leaving, and sometimes they would stay until dawn.

She was the young lady's personal maid, how could she not know?

But she never imagined she would witness this scene firsthand.

Especially now—early in the morning, the two are still lying together, with Young Master Yang's arm still around Miss's waist...

Qingxing stood at the door, unsure whether to go in or back, her face flushed red as if it were about to bleed.

Just then, Yang Guo woke up.

He opened his eyes and saw the maid standing at the door; his pupils contracted slightly.

What the hell!

It seems we still can't let the fish overcrowd. Someone's coming, but he didn't even hear it.

If word gets out about his affair with Huang Rong...

This woman must not be allowed to live; she has already found a way to die!

In an instant, Yang Guo had the idea of ​​silencing them!

But before he could do anything, Huang Rong woke up.

She opened her eyes and followed Yang Guo's gaze to the doorway. She saw Qingxing's flushed face, but only raised her eyebrows slightly, her expression unchanged.

"Qingxing?" Her voice carried the languidness of someone just waking up. "What's up so early in the morning?"

Qingxing stammered, "Miss...Miss...she...she's awake..."

She originally wanted to call her "Madam," because she always addressed Huang Rong as Madam when there were outsiders present, and only in private would she call Huang Rong "Miss."

Seeing Yang Guo there, she paused for a moment, then still called him "Miss".

Anyway, Young Master Yang isn't an outsider; he should be considered an "insider."

As for why the young lady chose Young Master Yang...

Qingxing actually had her own guesses.

The son-in-law and daughter haven't been intimate for many years.

Having served the young lady for so many years, she knows better than anyone.

The son-in-law was busy practicing martial arts and guarding the city all day long, and didn't seem to be very interested in matters of love.

Miss handled the affairs of the Beggars' Sect and the defense of Xiangyang all by herself, working non-stop every day, yet she didn't have a single close friend by her side.

Now that Young Master Yang is taking care of Miss, it's actually quite good.

At least the young lady looks much better these days, and she even has a smile on her face.

As Qingxing thought this, the blush on her face faded a little.

After hearing her words, Huang Rong nodded slightly: "Fu'er is up?"

"Yes, yes." Qingxing lowered her head, not daring to look in the direction of the bed.

Huang Rong hummed in agreement, her tone remaining calm: "I understand. Prepare me first, Guo'er and I will get up and take a bath now."

"Yes."

Qingxing quickly retreated and went out to prepare.

The room fell silent.

Yang Guo looked at Huang Rong, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

"Master, she..."

"Don't worry," Huang Rong said lazily, leaning against him. "Qingxing is someone I brought from Peach Blossom Island; she's the most loyal. She won't talk nonsense."

Yang Guo breathed a sigh of relief, but couldn't help asking, "She...knows about us?"

Huang Rong gave a soft "Mmm": "You've been coming so often these days, how could she not know? But she's tight-lipped, she won't tell anyone."

Yang Guo nodded, feeling somewhat relieved.

Huang Rong looked up at him, a hint of a smile in her eyes: "What? Scared?"

Yang Guo chuckled: "What are you afraid of? I just don't want to cause trouble for my master."

Huang Rong reached out and stroked his face, saying softly, "Guo'er, you don't need to worry. I know what I'm doing."

The two lingered for a few more moments before getting up.

Behind the screen, hot water had been prepared in the bathtub.

Huang Rong removed her last remaining nightgown and stepped into the water.

The warm water enveloped my entire body, and the fatigue of the night slowly disappeared in the water.

She leaned against the tub, closed her eyes, and let the water ripple gently.

Yang Guo also stepped into the water and sat opposite her.

The bathtub was small, and the two sat facing each other, their knees almost touching.

Huang Rong opened her eyes, looked at Yang Guo opposite her, and felt a slight flush on her cheeks.

Last night's intimacy was one thing, but bathing together in broad daylight now is quite another.

Yang Guo remained calm, picked up a cloth from the side, dampened it, and gently wiped her shoulder.

The movements were gentle and delicate, from the shoulders to the arms, and from the arms to the back.

Huang Rong was a little uncomfortable at first, but she quickly relaxed and let him serve her.

"Master, is it still sore here?" Yang Guo pressed her waist.

Huang Rong gave a soft hum: "It's alright..."

Yang Guo's hand, however, became restless, sliding down his waistline.

Huang Rong slapped his hand away and scolded, "Behave yourself! Fu'er is still waiting for you."

Yang Guo chuckled, withdrew his hand, and carefully washed her.

The two wiped each other, from their shoulders and backs to their waists, from their arms to their legs.

Rippling water and rising mist enveloped the space behind the screen in a hazy atmosphere.

Wash away the sweat stains on your body, and also wash away those lingering traces.

Yang Guo washed himself several times to make sure there was no trace of Huang Rong on his body before getting up.

Huang Rong had finished washing and stood up from the water.

Water droplets slid down her voluptuous body, glistening in the morning light.

Yang Guo paused for a moment, but simply took out a cloth and handed it to her.

Huang Rong took it and wiped it while saying, "Go quickly, Fu'er must be getting impatient."

Yang Guo nodded, dried himself off, and put on the clean clothes that had been prepared for him.

Before leaving, he glanced back at Huang Rong.

Huang Rong was sitting in front of the dressing table combing her hair, her plain white undergarment loosely draped over her body, revealing half of her smooth shoulder.

She saw his gaze in the bronze mirror, turned her head slightly, and smiled at him.

That smile was gentle and tender.

Yang Guo smiled and pushed open the door to go out.