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

Yang Guo's hand also restlessly slipped inside the cloth.

Touching her smooth, delicate skin, I felt the softness and throbbing of the young girl's body.

Guo Fu was confused and infatuated, and a strange desire welled up deep within her body.

This made her unconsciously move closer to Yang Guo beside her, letting out soft moans.

Just when their passion was burning and they were almost unable to control themselves—

"Ugh..." Guo Fu suddenly frowned, let out a muffled groan of pain, and her body stiffened for a moment.

Yang Guo paused, noticing her unusual behavior, and asked with concern, "Fu-mei? What's wrong?"

Guo Fu's face went from flushed to pale; she seemed to sense something.

With a mix of confusion and embarrassment, she secretly reached her fingers down below.

My fingertips touched something slightly damp, and in the dim light, I saw a glaring bright red.

Guo Fu's head buzzed, and she froze, followed by an overwhelming sense of embarrassment and regret.

She...she actually got her period at this time!

Yang Guo also saw the red mark on her fingertip and instantly understood.

He was taken aback at first, then he was at a loss for words.

This...this really is...

My passionate enthusiasm cooled down instantly, as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over it.

Guo Fu realized what was happening and was so ashamed she wanted to disappear into the ground. She pulled the blanket over herself, her voice trembling with tears:

"Brother Yang... I... I didn't mean to... I forgot the date..."

Seeing her so embarrassed and ashamed, Yang Guo's regret and helplessness turned into tender pity.

He sighed softly, pulled her and the blanket into his arms, and patted her back soothingly.

"Silly girl, what's there to apologize for? This is normal for a young lady." His voice was gentle, without the slightest displeasure or disgust: "Does your stomach hurt?"

Guo Fu shook her head in his arms, then nodded, her voice muffled: "A little... sore..."

Yang Guo held her even tighter, gently placing one hand on her lower abdomen. A gentle and pure flow of Yin-Yang Harmony Qi slowly passed over her, carrying a warm and comforting sensation, dispelling the uncomfortable soreness.

"Is this better?"

"Hmm..." Guo Fu felt a warm sensation in her lower abdomen, which made her feel much more comfortable.

The embarrassment and annoyance in her heart were gradually dispelled by this warmth and Yang Guo's gentleness.

She snuggled closer to him and whispered, "Brother Yang, you...you're not mad at me for spoiling the fun, are you?"

"How could that be?"

Yang Guo chuckled and kissed the top of her head. "There's plenty of time. Tonight, let's just hold each other and sleep, okay?"

A surge of sweetness and security welled up in Guo Fu's heart, and she nodded vigorously.

She proactively found a more comfortable position in his arms and closed her eyes.

Yang Guo also relaxed, embracing the soft and fragrant girl in his arms. Although some thoughts were temporarily put to rest, this simple act of sleeping in each other's arms had a unique warmth and intimacy.

He looked down at Guo Fu's gradually calming sleeping face, a gentle smile curving his lips.

The moonlight outside the window was as clear as water, and the room was filled with a warm, fragrant aroma.

The night is long, and sleeping in each other's arms seems like a good idea.

……

Meanwhile, Huang Rong, who had returned to Xiangyang, slept in her own private courtyard.

Over the years, she and Guo Jing had long ceased to have a marital relationship.

She has been living a life of widowhood for ten years ever since Guo Jing began practicing the Quanzhen Sect's Innate Skill.

This is because of the innate skill; after practicing it, one's strength does indeed increase rapidly.

However, there is a side effect: one cannot lose one's virginity.

Once the vital energy is leaked, all the hard work accumulated over the years will be wasted!

Therefore, this is why Huang Rong stayed away for so long when Guo Jing asked her to take Guo Fu and Yang Guo away from Xiangyang.

This is one of the reasons.

After all, it's quite normal to have these kinds of feelings at this age.

Now that she was back in Xiangyang, the scenes on Peach Blossom Island kept flashing through her mind, along with images of the ship and the open sea…

I still remember that time in the cabin, where space was limited and my daughter Guo Fu was right in front of me.

And her face was right in front of Guo Fu!

I remember that the hot air I blew out seemed to reach my daughter's face!

These memories made it even harder for her to fall asleep.

She dared not think any further!

I had to force myself to delete these thoughts, since we were already in Xiangyang, not on Peach Blossom Island.

……

Before they knew it, it was the next morning.

Yang Guo was an early riser and had already woken up, but he did not get up because Guo Fu, who was sleeping soundly, was still nestled in his arms.

The girl's sleeping face was serene, with long, curled eyelashes. She seemed to have slept restlessly in the latter half of last night due to some discomfort from her period, but she was now fast asleep in his arms.

Yang Guo looked down at her, his heart softening, and gently brushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear with his fingers.

Just then, the door creaked open from the outside.

A familiar figure walked straight in, with light steps, carrying a hint of the casualness he had shown on Peach Blossom Island.

It was Huang Rong.

She was used to checking her disciples' homework early in the morning when she was on the island.

For a moment I forgot that I was at the Guo residence in Xiangyang.

Yang Guo's room was no longer a pure disciple's residence like Tingtao Garden.

She had received the news that morning and wanted to discuss something with Yang Guo, so she simply pushed open the door and entered.

"Guo'er, there's something I need you to do..." Huang Rong's words came to an abrupt end.

Her gaze was fixed on the bed.

Beneath the brocade quilt, Yang Guo leaned against the headboard, his beloved daughter Guo Fu nestled tightly in his arms!

Both were wearing nightgowns, their hair slightly disheveled, clearly indicating they had shared a bed all night!

Huang Rong felt a rush of heat to her head, and her vision blurred.

Fu'er! How could she... how could she be sleeping in Guo'er's room?

They're hugging each other so intimately?!

The two people on the bed instantly woke up.

Guo Fu was startled by the sound of the door opening and her mother's sudden pause in speaking, and she groggily opened her eyes.

First, she saw Yang Guo's chin, which was very close to hers, and then followed Yang Guo's slightly stammering gaze to the doorway—

"Mother?!" Guo Fu jumped up from Yang Guo's arms like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. Her face instantly turned pale and drained of all color. She hurriedly pulled the quilt over herself, her voice trembling with fright.

Yang Guo quickly sat up straight, appearing calm on the surface.

He glanced somewhat awkwardly at Huang Rong, whose expression was shifting between different angles, at the doorway: "Master Gan..."

Huang Rong took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in her heart and an indescribable bitterness and anger, and her face darkened.

She didn't immediately lash out, but instead used her all-seeing eyes to scan her panicked daughter on the bed and Yang Guo, who seemed calm but was actually a little unnatural.

"Fu'er, get dressed and come out."

Huang Rong's voice didn't reveal much emotion, but the suppressed storm beneath that calm made Guo Fu even more afraid.

"Yes... Mother..." Guo Fu replied tremblingly.

Forget about being shy, she quickly rummaged through the blankets to find the clothes she had hastily taken off the night before and hurriedly put them on.

Because of nervousness, I failed to fasten my belt properly several times.

Yang Guo also silently took his outer robe and put it on, his movements much more composed than Guo Fu's, but he was also quickly thinking about how to deal with the situation.

Guo Fu dressed herself, got out of bed timidly, and stood in front of the bed with her head down, not daring to look at her mother.

As soon as she left, the originally messy bedding was pulled apart a little, and on the sheets, a bright red "plum blossom" mark, which had dried but whose shape and color were still clear, was exposed to the morning light, directly in Huang Rong's direction.

Huang Rong's gaze fell on that dazzling red, and her pupils suddenly contracted!

Last night... they actually...?!

A tremendous sense of powerlessness and complex emotions instantly overwhelmed her.

Angry? Yes.

Disappointed? Yes.

But more than anything, it's a sense of absurd fatalism and profound helplessness.

My daughter has finally grown up, found a man she likes, and...

I have given myself to them completely.

Her object of affection was Yang Guo, the man with whom she had the most secret entanglement.