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

(Note: All authors in this book are over the age of eighteen.)

What level of cultivation did Yang Guo possess?

The master's spiritual sense instantly detected who it was.

He didn't immediately put away the sketchbook; instead, he slightly curled the corners of his mouth, pretending not to know anything.

"Brother Yang!"

A clear, melodious voice, like that of a nightingale, rang out behind him with delight, "You really are here! I've been looking for you for ages!"

Guo Fu, lifting the hem of her pale yellow skirt, lightly leaped onto the rock beside him like a butterfly.

Two and a half years have passed, and the once naive girl has fully blossomed into womanhood.

Her figure was slender and graceful, with amazing curves in the right places and a slender body that could be encircled with one hand. Her skin was as white as jade and glowed with a healthy luster in the sunlight.

One can vaguely see the shadow of Huang Rong in her youth in her eyebrows and eyes, but she has more of a girl's brightness and naivety.

At this moment, she was blinking her big, bright eyes, curiously peering at the book in Yang Guo's hand.

"Brother Yang, what are you looking at so intently?"

Yang Guo turned to the side, casually covering the cover of the picture book, and chuckled, "It's nothing, just a random book. How did you end up here, Sister Fu?"

"I guessed you might come here!"

Guo Fu sat down next to him, the sea breeze blowing her stray hairs and bringing with it the unique fragrance of a young girl.

Her martial arts skills have improved considerably in the past two years, reaching the pinnacle of second-rate martial arts, just one step away from first-rate. However, she remains lively and carefree, and her admiration and affection for Brother Yang grows stronger every day.

"Brother Yang, let me see! What kind of miscellaneous books have you been reading that I almost didn't notice?"

As she spoke, she reached out to take the picture book from Yang Guo's hand.

Yang Guo hesitated for a moment, then released his grip, a mischievous glint in his eyes: "If Sister Fu wants to see, of course she can. But..."

Before she could finish speaking, Guo Fu snatched the picture book away.

She curiously opened it, and with just one glance, her fair cheeks flushed bright red, like a ripe apple.

The intertwined bodies, bold poses, and delicate brushstrokes in the painting... the impact is truly immense!

"Ah!" she exclaimed softly, instinctively wanting to close the book, but her gaze was firmly drawn to the exquisite painting and an inexplicable curiosity, her fingers frozen in place, unable to move forward or backward.

Her heart pounded, and an unprecedented heat surged from her lower abdomen, instantly spreading to her limbs and bones, leaving her with a dry mouth and a weak feeling all over.

She secretly glanced at Yang Guo beside her.

He was looking at her with a smile, his gaze deep and filled with emotions she couldn't understand, which made her heart beat faster and her cheeks burn hotter.

"Brother Yang... Brother Yang, you... look at this..." Guo Fu's voice was barely audible, trembling, whether from shame, anger, or something else, it was hard to tell.

"Just browsing since I have nothing else to do."

Yang Guo spoke casually, as if it were just an ordinary miscellaneous book, "If Sister Fu finds it inappropriate, then she doesn't have to read it."

As he spoke, he made a gesture as if to take it back.

"Who...who said they weren't going to look at it anymore!" Guo Fu hugged the picture book to her chest, her face flushed, trying to remain calm.

"I...I'll take a look too, to see what it is that fascinates you so much!"

She tried to appear strong, but she no longer dared to look Yang Guo in the eye. She just stared intently at the pages of the book, but the image seemed to come alive and flicker before her eyes, making her feel flustered and confused.

The two sat side by side, with the sensational picture book between them.

The sea breeze seemed to carry a heat, unable to dispel the ambiguity and restlessness permeating the air.

Guo Fu could clearly smell Yang Guo's clean and masculine aura, and feel the warmth of his arm occasionally brushing against her shoulder.

As she turned the pages of the painting, her breathing became more rapid, and a strange longing welled up deep within her.

……

"Brother Yang..." After an unknown amount of time, Guo Fu suddenly raised her head, her eyes shimmering with tears, her cheeks flushed, and with all her courage, she looked directly at Yang Guo, her voice trembling with a resolute air, "You...do you like Fu'er?"

This question had been on her mind for a long time.

After two and a half years of companionship, a girl's feelings for him had already taken root.

At this moment, on this deserted mountaintop, amidst the ambiguous atmosphere, she finally asked the question.

Yang Guo met her burning yet apprehensive gaze.

How could he not know Guo Fu's feelings?

This bright and charming girl had already secured a place in his heart.

Putting aside any preconceived notions from the original work, how could he not like the girl in front of him who trusted and admired him wholeheartedly?

He reached out and gently stroked Guo Fu's burning cheek, his movements tender, his gaze focused and sincere: "I like her. How could I not like such a beautiful and lovely woman as Fu'er?"

Simple words, yet like the most intense flame, instantly ignited all the emotions in Guo Fu's heart.

Overwhelmed by immense joy and an irresistible urge.

"Brother Yang!" she called softly, no longer caring about her girlish reserve. She closed her eyes, stood on tiptoe, and awkwardly but bravely pressed her soft, sweet lips to Yang Guo's.

The moment their lips touched, both of them trembled.

Guo Fu was a novice, clumsy and awkward, yet filled with an unbridled and passionate enthusiasm.

Yang Guo was slightly taken aback, then took the initiative, wrapping one arm around her slender waist and pulling her tightly into his embrace, while his other hand cradled the back of her head, deepening the kiss.

His kissing skills were skillful and experienced, gentle yet with an irresistible force.

Where did Guo Fu go through this experience?

She was instantly lost in this strange yet intense intimacy, her whole body went limp, and she could only cling to him helplessly, letting him take whatever he wanted, sweet sobs escaping her nose.

The picture book had long since fallen to the ground, the sea breeze turning its pages.

His emotions surged like a tidal wave, and he couldn't stop them.

Yang Guo's hand caressed her exquisite back, and through the thin summer dress, he could clearly feel the delicacy and amazing elasticity of the girl's skin.

Guo Fu was completely infatuated, her small hands unconsciously wandering over his firm chest, responding awkwardly.

Just as their clothes were becoming disheveled, their breathing grew heavier, and they were almost about to lose control in broad daylight between the sea and sky—

A perfectly clear cough came from the stone path not far behind me.

Like being doused with cold water, the two froze instantly!

Like a startled rabbit, Guo Fu shoved Yang Guo away abruptly, staggered backward, and hurriedly straightened her disheveled clothes. Her face turned from flushed to deathly pale, so ashamed that she wished she could disappear into a crack in the ground. She didn't dare to look back at all.

Yang Guo paused for a moment, but his reaction was extremely quick. He took a deep breath and swiftly pulled up his slightly open robe.

As for the picture book on the ground, Yang Guo had no intention of hiding it at all!

If Huang Rong saw this and couldn't help herself, wouldn't that be...?

Yang Guo also had a plan in mind!

Only then did he slowly turn around.

At the entrance to the stone path, hidden by peach trees, Huang Rong was already standing quietly.

Today she wore a light green silk dress with a matching veil over it, her long hair loosely tied up and adorned with a jade hairpin. The sea breeze blew, causing her dress to flutter, making her look like a fairy from a painting.

At this moment, however, her stunningly beautiful face remained expressionless.

Her phoenix eyes were deep and unfathomable, like an ancient well, quietly watching them.

His gaze slowly swept between his disheveled, blushing daughter and the composed Yang Guo.