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

Huang Rong sat at the table, with her back to the screen.

I picked up my teacup and sipped it slowly.

My gaze fell on the deepening night outside the window.

He deliberately ignored the suggestive sound of water behind him, as well as the presence of another person in the room.

Yang Guo stood quietly by the window, looking at the scattered torches outside and the dark mountain shadows in the distance, like a sculpture.

Only the steam filling the room and the occasional soft moans of the girl as she bathed...

And the fresh scent of soapberry mixed with youthful skin gradually made the air in this small space become subtle and viscous.

Guo Fu quickly finished washing up, changed into a clean pink nightgown, her hair still wet and disheveled, her face flushed from the steam, and looked much more refreshed.

"Mom, I'm done washing, you should go wash too! The water's still warm!"

Huang Rong put down her teacup, stood up, picked up the moon-white nightgown and cloth she had prepared beforehand, and walked towards the screen.

As she passed Yang Guo, she paused almost imperceptibly, but without looking at him, she walked straight behind the screen.

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The clear sound of water rang out again, softer than before, yet carrying an indescribable rhythm, striking the now silent room.

Guo Fu dried her hair with a cloth, walked over to Yang Guo, and whispered, "Brother Yang, you're all sweaty too, aren't you? After Mother finishes washing, would you like to dry off as well? I'll have the waiter bring some more hot water."

Yang Guo withdrew his gaze from the window and smiled gently at Guo Fu: "It's alright, I'll just wipe her down with some cool water in a bit."

Behind the screen, the sound of water seemed to freeze for a moment.

The dim light cast blurry shadows of people on the screen.

The shadow was slender and graceful, the beautiful arc of her raised arm, the hazy outline of her long, flowing hair, and the breathtaking undulations as she bent over...

Although not real, it adds a touch of ambiguous imagination compared to direct visual perception.

Yang Guo shifted his gaze and looked out the window again.

Guo Fu was completely unaware of the subtle tension in the air. She dried her hair and sat down at the table, waiting for dinner.

The sound of water stopped.

A moment later, the rustling sound of clothes being put on could be heard.

After a while, Huang Rong came out from behind the screen.

She had changed into a moon-white nightgown, a conservative style, but the soft fabric still clung to her voluptuous and graceful figure.

Her long, wet hair was loosely tied back with a hairband, with a few strands clinging to her slender, fair neck and slightly flushed cheeks.

Her skin had a faint pinkish glow after the shower, and her eyes seemed to have been moistened by the moisture, making her look less aloof and more languid and gentle than usual.

A delicate yet warm fragrance quietly filled the room as she moved around.

Yang Guo also went to wash up.

After washing up, the waiter brought the food.

And the bath water was changed.

After finishing my meal, I washed up.

Despite Huang Rong's insistence, the three decided to share the only upper room.

Fortunately, there was a smaller bed outside the window where Yang Guo could sleep.

To avoid direct embarrassment.

In the end, Huang Rong slept on the innermost side of the bed closest to the wall, Guo Fu slept on the outermost side of the bed, and Yang Guo slept on the smaller bed on the outermost side.

This arrangement allows Guo Fu to get closer to her beloved Brother Yang, while also providing a buffer between Huang Rong, the "elder," and Yang Guo, through their daughter.

Most importantly, this way the two of them will be sleeping in the same bed.

Yang Guo, on the other hand, slept on the floor below the bed.

After the two women had settled down...

Yang Guo blew out most of the candles, leaving only a small oil lamp on the low cabinet beside the bed, plunging the room into a hazy, dim light.

"It's getting late. We still have a long journey ahead tomorrow, so let's all get some rest." Huang Rong's voice rang out in the dim light, softer than usual, with a hint of barely perceptible tension.

"Mmm!" Guo Fu had already crawled under the thin blanket and obediently responded, but her eyes sparkled as she looked at Yang Guo, who was walking towards the outside of the bed, in the dim light.

Yang Guo walked to the small bed next to the bed, lifted the quilt on his side, and lay down fully clothed.

Summer is hot, and the inn's bedding is thick, so even with just a thin layer, it still feels hot.

Not to mention the subtle, invisible yet ever-present atmosphere among the three of them.

For a moment, only the slightly restrained breathing of the three people in the room, the annoying buzzing of mosquitoes outside the window, and the faint barking of wild dogs in the distance.

Nobody can sleep.

Huang Rong stood with her back to Guo Fu and Yang Guo, facing the wall, her body stiff.

She could clearly feel her daughter was right behind her, and she could also feel the undeniable presence of the young man on the outer edge.

Being in the same room is already the limit; thankfully, we're not sleeping in the same bed!

But that's how it is.

The memory of our skin touching by the hot spring that night, his burning breath, and the visual impact of that picture book...

All the images surged up uncontrollably, mixed with the warmth and faint scent of his body emanating from behind her, making her feel flustered and her cheeks burning in the darkness.

She had to exert all her strength to maintain steady breathing and to suppress that inappropriate feeling deep within her body…

Guo Fu, on the other hand, endured a different kind of torment.

This was the first time she had been in a bedroom with a man, even though the man was her crush, Brother Yang.

After the initial excitement and sweetness came shyness and bewilderment.

She lay there stiffly, not daring to move, and could feel the warmth of her mother's body on her left.

You can feel the unique masculine energy of Yang Guo's brother right outside.

Her heart was pounding like a drum, so loud that she could almost hear it herself in the silence.

So this is what it feels like to be in a room with someone you like... nervous, yet secretly expectant of something.

Yang Guo lay flat on his back with his hands folded in front of his abdomen, looking the most peaceful.

He closed his eyes, as if he had already fallen asleep.

But in reality, he was more aware of everything around him than anyone else.

The girl's petite body trembled slightly, and her heart pounded faster.

Huang Rong tried her best to suppress her disordered breathing rhythm.

This situation is truly interesting, and also truly... a test of composure.

He didn't have many romantic thoughts in his mind, at least not at this moment.

He knew that Huang Rong was suffering, Guo Fu was shy, and he himself was a seemingly passive but actually crucial point in this delicate balance.

Time passed slowly in the thick silence and sweltering heat.

About the time it takes for an incense stick to burn has passed.

Young Guo Fu was the first to find it hard to endure the stiff posture.

Perhaps she finally got used to this intimacy and gradually became bolder.

She carefully turned slightly to face Yang Guo.

This subtle movement was magnified infinitely in the silence.

Huang Rong's back straightened even more instantly.

Yang Guo's eyelashes trembled almost imperceptibly in the darkness.

Seeing that Yang Guo did not react, Guo Fu assumed he was asleep.

The mother, seemingly oblivious with her back turned, felt her heart pounding faster, driven by an impulse that was a mixture of adventure and sweetness.

Her hand, hidden under the thin blanket, moved little by little, like a timid yet curious little animal, tentatively crossing the already narrow "Chu River and Han Border".

Her fingertips first gently touched Yang Guo's arm, which was placed at his side.

Through the thin inner garment, you can feel the firm and warm muscle lines beneath the fabric.

Guo Fu felt as if she had been burned, her fingertips twitching slightly, but then even greater courage surged up.

Instead of withdrawing her hand, she gently pressed it against Yang Guo's forearm, then carefully opened her palm and placed it on Yang Guo's forearm, slowly caressing it.

Yang Guo remained motionless, as if he were truly asleep.

But his breathing deepened almost imperceptibly.

Guo Fu became even bolder.