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

It was already dark.

Inside the master bedroom of Rongxuan.

The scene on the mountaintop during the day: the daughter's blushing face, Yang Guo's calm and profound eyes, and the picture book in his sleeve.

Only now, in the dead of night, does the restlessness and secret desire that had been forcibly suppressed surge back like a tidal wave.

She closed the door and sat down at the dressing table.

After hesitating for a moment, she still took the picture book out of her sleeve.

As my fingertips traced the exquisite cover, my heart began to race.

She took a deep breath and slowly turned the book over.

At first, I just wanted to find "evidence" of the crime.

But soon, the exquisite and lifelike scenes captivated her.

The couple in the painting are deeply in love, and every stroke seems to possess a magical power, striking the most hidden corners of the heart.

Those sensory memories, deeply bound by etiquette and morality, were brutally awakened by page after page of vivid and intense images.

Fragments of the seven-day detoxification process uncontrollably flooded my mind.

Those feelings she thought had been buried by time and reason suddenly reignited like wildfire.

A strange emptiness came from deep within my body, like a million ants gnawing at me.

A surge of heat uncontrollably welled up from his lower abdomen and spread down his legs.

Huang Rong slammed the picture book shut, her cheeks burning hot and her breathing rapid.

The reflection in the mirror showed her with watery eyes, bright red lips, and a spring-like longing and yearning that even she herself found unfamiliar.

She felt a surge of intense shame and self-loathing, yet her body betrayed her will.

The sticky smell reminded her of her current disheveled state.

"I need to take a bath..." she murmured to herself, her voice hoarse.

It felt as if soaking in warm water could wash away the inexplicable heat and unpleasant thoughts.

She hurriedly got up, changed into a light, moon-white bathrobe, loosely tied at the waist, and almost without thinking, walked towards the natural hot spring pool on the island, driven by habit and an urge to immediately immerse herself in the water.

The night was deep and the island was quiet; at this hour, there would be no one around.

Her mind was in turmoil, and her body felt hot. She walked to the edge of the pool, and her bathrobe slipped off her shoulders, revealing her smooth, jade-like shoulders and back, as well as her long, straight legs.

The moonlight shone on her perfect body, casting a soft glow that made her skin appear even more radiant and her curves breathtaking.

Without the slightest hesitation, she stepped straight into the pool, where the warm water instantly enveloped her, bringing a sense of comfort.

However, just as her entire body sank into the water, she seemed to step on something, and at the same time, her back slammed into a solid, hot chest!

"Ugh!" Huang Rong gasped in shock and turned around abruptly.

Amidst the swirling steam, a strikingly handsome face, etched with astonishment, was right in front of me.

Water droplets slid down his glossy black hair and high nose bridge, landing on her bare shoulder and scalding her.

It's Yang Guo!

He was clearly taken aback by this sudden "embrace".

Bare-chested and immersed in the water, the ripples revealed glimpses of his well-defined, muscular physique, exuding the masculine power of a young man.

For the past two and a half years, he has made it a habit to come here for a bath every night after his practice to relax his muscles and bones, and tonight was no exception. But he never expected this...

Their eyes met, though they were only inches apart.

Two and a half years of deliberate estrangement, adherence to the teacher-student relationship, and the emotions forcibly suppressed during the day.

All the dams of reason collapsed under this sudden and unexpected intimate contact.

Huang Rong's mind went blank. She opened her mouth to rebuke, but couldn't utter a complete sentence: "You... how could you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Yang Guo suddenly lowered his head and kissed her slightly parted lips fiercely!

Huang Rong trembled violently and tried to push him away by pressing her hands against his chest.

But the solid, iron-like feel made her arms go weak, and she couldn't muster any strength.

The thought of resistance flashed through her mind, but her body seemed to have its own memory, and under his forceful intrusion, she couldn't muster any real resistance.

The flame ignited by the picture book was completely detonated by this sudden kiss.

...............

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After an unknown amount of time, the intense waves of the first round subsided slightly.

Huang Rong leaned on Yang Guo's shoulder, breathing heavily. Her consciousness slowly returned from its blank state, followed by overwhelming shame and fear.

She...she's in this hot spring again...

Yang Guo held her tightly, feeling the surge of internal energy within him, his heart filled with immense satisfaction and a deeper longing.

He gently kissed her sweat-dampened temples, his voice low and husky: "Master Gan..."

This form of address, however, now sounds incredibly provocative and taboo.

Huang Rong's body trembled:

"No...Guo'er, no..." She tried to break free in a panic, but her voice was so soft that it had no persuasive power whatsoever.

Yang Guo's eyes were deep, and he was about to make a move.

Suddenly, a clear, melodious call rang out from afar, growing louder as it approached, breaking the idyllic tranquility beside the hot spring:

"Mother—! Mother, are you here? I don't see you in the house, and there's no one in Brother Yang's room either!"

It's Guo Fu's voice!

It was like a thunderclap exploding in my ears!

Huang Rong's blood seemed to freeze instantly, and her face turned deathly pale.

Without any hesitation, the moment Guo Fu's voice rang out again, Yang Guo gently pushed Huang Rong into the shadows of the rocks by the pool, whispering, "Don't move, don't make a sound!"

He took a deep breath and, like the most agile fish, sank into the water instantly.

They silently slithered behind a huge rock on the other side of the hot spring pool.

It was a natural hiding place in the pool, where only tiny ripples remained on the surface of the water before quickly subsiding.

Huang Rong leaned against the cold rock, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it would burst out of her chest.

She tried to shrink herself into the shadows and where the moisture was thickest, her long, wet hair hanging down, barely covering her front.

The warm water now felt bone-chillingly cold to her.

The footsteps grew closer, accompanied by Guo Fu's slightly puzzled muttering:

"Huh, it's so late, where could Mother be if she's not in her room? Perhaps she's not near the hot springs?"

Under the moonlight, Guo Fu's pale yellow figure appeared hidden among the flowers and trees at the entrance of the hot spring pool, peeking inside...