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

Yang Guo carried Yelü Yan to the master bedroom on the east side of the main house.

The room has been properly furnished.

This was prepared in advance by Huang Rong: an antique bed, brand-new bedding, and red candles stuck in the candlestick.

He gently placed Yelü Yan on the bed, then turned and lit the candle.

A warm orange glow spread throughout the room, bathing everything in a warm hue.

Yelü Yan lay on the bed, still wearing that bright red bikini.

Water droplets slid down her body, soaking the bedding beneath her.

As she watched Yang Guo's retreating figure, she felt a surge of joy, but also a touch of shyness.

From the day Yang Guo saved her, she began to like him.

In addition, after spending time together, Yang Guo's charm and personality had already made her deeply infatuated.

She felt no fear, only joy, at what was about to happen.

Yang Guo turned around, walked to the bedside, and leaned down to look at her.

"Yan'er," he whispered, "are you afraid?"

Yelü Yan shook her head, raised her hand and grasped his, her eyes firm yet gentle: "Don't be afraid. Brother Yang, I've been waiting for you to say that for a long time."

Moved, Yang Guo lowered his head and kissed her lips.

This kiss was deeper and more lingering than the one in the pool.

His hand gently untied the straps of her bikini, and the fiery red fabric slipped down, revealing her healthy and toned body.

Her skin was a healthy wheat color, smooth and firm, without an ounce of excess fat.

Although her chest was not as voluptuous as Huang Rong's, it was still firm and upright, giving her a unique charm.

Yelü Yan closed her eyes, letting his kisses fall on her body.

From the corners of the lips to the neck, from the collarbone to the chest.

Her breathing became more and more rapid, and she gripped the blankets tightly with both hands.

"Brother Yang..." she murmured softly.

Yang Guo looked up at her dazed eyes and whispered, "Yan'er, are you ready?"

Yelü Yan nodded and wrapped her arms around his neck.

……

The flickering red candlelight illuminated two intertwined figures on the bed.

Yelü Yan bit her lip tightly, enduring the pain for a moment.

Yang Guo slowed down and gently kissed away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"Tell me if it hurts," he whispered in her ear.

Yelü Yan shook her head, her voice hoarse: "It doesn't hurt... Brother Yang, it doesn't hurt..."

She really wasn't in pain.

Or rather, that little bit of pain was nothing compared to the joy of getting him.

From the moment she was rescued, she knew this man was the one.

Yelü Yan has always been straightforward; if she likes something, she likes it; if she wants something, she wants it.

She didn't ask for complete possession, she only wanted a place in his heart.

Now, she has finally gotten it.

……

After an unknown amount of time, everything returned to calm.

Yelü Yan lay softly in Yang Guo's arms, her body covered in fragrant sweat, her face flushed.

Her eyes were closed, her breathing gradually became steady, and a satisfied smile appeared on her lips.

Yang Guo gently stroked her back and placed a kiss on her forehead.

"Yan'er," he whispered, "from now on, you are mine."

Yelü Yan opened her eyes, looked at him, her eyes filled with tenderness.

She raised her hand to stroke his face and whispered, "Brother Yang, I'm yours now. Forever."

Yang Guo nodded and said earnestly, "Yes. From now on, you are my woman, Yang Guo's woman."

Yelü Yan smiled, a smile that was both heroic and satisfied.

She reached out and stroked his face, whispering, "Brother Yang, do you know? From the moment you saved me at Wuguan, I knew you were the one."

She paused, then continued, "I, Yelü Yan, have always been straightforward. If I like something, I like it; if I want something, I want it. I don't ask to possess you entirely, I only ask for a place in your heart. Today... I have it."

Yang Guo was deeply moved and hugged her even tighter: "Yan'er, I will be good to you for the rest of my life."

Yelü Yan nodded, leaned against him, and enjoyed this rare moment of tenderness.

After a moment, she suddenly looked up and said, "Brother Yang, let's go back."

Yang Guo was taken aback: "Now? Aren't you tired?"

"I'm tired, but..." Yelü Yan looked at him with a smile in her eyes, "Fu'er was looking for you everywhere this afternoon. If you don't go back, she'll be worried."

Yang Guo felt a slight warmth in his heart when he thought of Guo Fu.

Although that girl was prone to jealousy, her feelings for him were genuine.

"Okay." He nodded. "Let's go back."

The two got up and dressed.

Yelü Yan changed back into her original outfit and moved nimbly. Apart from a slight awkwardness when she walked, there was nothing unusual about her.

Yang Guo looked at her and secretly praised her: This girl is indeed straightforward.

After getting ready, the two left the courtyard and used their light-footed skills to return to the Guo residence.

In Guo Fu's room at the Guo residence.

Night had fallen, and Guo Fu's room was brightly lit with candles.

Guo Fu sat at the table, holding a piece of light blue cloth in her hand, clumsily threading a needle.

In front of her were several pieces of cut fabric, as well as some cotton, silk thread, and other similar items.

Her movements were very clumsy.

The stitches were crooked and uneven, sometimes too deep and sometimes too shallow, and she even pricked her finger several times, making her wince in pain.

But she did not give up.

She remembered her mother's instructions—every time she finished sleeping with Brother Yang, she should use her internal energy to force those things out.

But she never did that.

She would secretly keep it after each time she was with Brother Yang.

Sometimes, while lying in bed, I would gently press my lower abdomen with my hand, wondering: Could I already be pregnant?

She has her own little schemes.

Brother Yang has so many women around him.

They were all incredibly beautiful and capable.

As for Guo Fu, although Brother Yang treated her well and her parents had betrothed her to him, she always felt that things weren't stable enough.

What if... what if she could give birth to Brother Yang's child first?

How important must Brother Yang's first child be?

At that time, no matter how many women are around Brother Yang, no one can shake her position as the "mother of the child".

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on Guo Fu's lips.

She looked down at the small piece of fabric in her hand.

She secretly had someone buy this for her, intending to make a small bellyband.

Her child will look adorable wearing it in the future.

"I want to make lots and lots of pretty little clothes for my child," she muttered to herself. "So many that my child can have a different outfit every day."

Just then, the door creaked open.

Yang Guo walked in.

He immediately saw Guo Fu sitting at the table, holding a needle and thread in her hand, with a pile of fabric spread out in front of her.

His earnest yet clumsy expression startled him.

"Fu-mei?" Yang Guo walked to her side. "What are you doing?"

Guo Fu looked up, saw him, her eyes lit up, then she became a little embarrassed and tried to hide the fabric.

Yang Guo, quick as a flash, had already picked up the small piece of cloth that was only half-sewn.

It was a piece of light blue silk cloth, only the size of a palm, with crooked and uneven stitches at the edges, and knots in some places.

But you can vaguely tell that it's a small... bellyband?

Yang Guo looked at Guo Fu, a smile in his eyes: "Sister Fu, what's wrong with you...?"

Guo Fu blushed, lowered her head, and whispered, "I...I'm making clothes for...my future child."

Yang Guo was taken aback.

Guo Fu continued, "I want to make lots and lots of pretty little clothes for the child, so that the child can wear them."

She looked up at Yang Guo, her eyes full of expectation and earnestness: "Brother Yang, what do you say?"

Yang Guo looked at her, and a complex mix of emotions welled up inside him.

This girl is actually thinking about these things.

He knew Guo Fu loved him, but he never expected she had already thought of this.

The thought of having his child, the thought of making clothes for the child.

This sentiment is simple yet sincere.

Yang Guo was deeply moved and reached out to embrace her.

"Fu-mei," he whispered in her ear, "you are so good."

Guo Fu leaned against him, a sweet smile on her face.

Yang Guo looked down at her, his eyes filled with tenderness.

He suddenly bent down and picked her up in his arms.

"Ah—" Guo Fu exclaimed, quickly wrapping her arms around his neck, "Brother Yang!"

Yang Guo carried her to the bedside and said with a smile, "Since Sister Fu wants a child, let's work hard now and do an event worth several hundred million."

Guo Fu's face flushed instantly, but she didn't struggle. She simply buried her face in his chest and whispered, "Brother Yang... be gentle..."

Yang Guo placed her on the bed and leaned down to kiss her lips.

Guo Fu closed her eyes, wrapped her arms around his neck, and responded passionately.

Yang Guo's hand slipped inside her clothes, about to go further—

Suddenly, footsteps came from outside the door.

As it drew nearer, it became increasingly clear.