Huang Rong from The Return of the Condor Heroes: Brother Jing, let's get a divorce.

The candlelight inside the stone chamber flickered and burst into a flame.

Yang Guo huddled at the very back of the jade bed, wrapped tightly in the quilt, only half his head showing. He felt like a piece of sugarcane pulp that had just been squeezed dry, destined to be squeezed even more.

Xiaolongnu sat on the edge of the bed, holding the handkerchief that still carried a warm scent, her eyes lingering on his face.

"What? Afraid I'll eat you up?" Her voice was soft and teasing.

Yang Guo chuckled dryly, then shrank back a little further: "How could that be?" Long Youleng's fragrance quickly enveloped Yang Guo; she was worried about me. But using internal energy to heal... late at night, a lone man and a lone woman, it wouldn't be good for Sister Long's reputation if word got out.

"Besides you and me, who else in this ancient tomb would know?" Little Dragon Girl reached out to pull his blanket. "Come out, don't suffocate."

"I'm not stuffy! I'm cold! The Jade Bed is too cold!" Yang Guo clung tightly to the corner of the blanket, his last line of defense.

Xiaolongnu's grip wasn't strong, but it possessed a skillful touch; with a gentle shake, most of the blanket slipped off. She looked at Yang Guo's expression, resigned to his fate, and a slight smile played on her lips.

"Guo'er, you used to love sleeping next to me the most." She leaned forward, her ethereal aura so strong—why did she become so distant after just a few days of practicing martial arts?

Yang Guo was inwardly groaning.

Before, people would linger to take advantage of others; now, lingering is tantamount to suicide!

"It's not estrangement, it's... it's reverence!" Yang Guo's mind raced. "Sister Long's skill has greatly improved now, and I, a mere mortal, dare not profane her gentle and profound inner strength."

"Stop being so glib." Little Dragon Girl stretched out her finger and gently tapped his forehead. "Hold out your hand."

Yang Guo hesitated for a moment, then shakily extended his right hand.

Xiaolongnu grasped his wrist, her warm and mellow internal energy slowly flowing into his meridians. The feeling was indeed comfortable, and Yang Guo felt a hint of ambiguous intimacy.

I've been so tired these past few days.

Just as he was drifting off to sleep, the hand on his wrist suddenly slid up his arm, its fingertips gently tracing his Neiguan acupoint, sending a tingling sensation through him.

Yang Guo suddenly woke up with a start, his eyes wide open.

"Sister Dragon?"

Xiaolongnu remained expressionless, her hands continuing to move upwards until they reached his shoulder: "The muscles here are a bit stiff, let me loosen them for you."

"Oh... thank you, Sister Long." Yang Guo breathed a sigh of relief, realizing he had been overthinking things.

However, the next second, the hand slid down to his chest without warning.

"There's some stagnation of Qi and blood here," Little Dragon Girl said seriously, gently pressing her fingertips on several major acupoints on his chest with just the right amount of pressure, yet suppressing the heat she had just felt.

Yang Guo stiffened, his Adam's apple bobbing. "Sister Long... um... isn't that a bit too meticulous?"

"How can a rough, careless approach heal an injury?" Little Dragon Girl looked up at him, her eyes shimmering with tears. "What, you don't like it?"

This isn't a matter of liking or disliking; this is a matter of life and death!

Yang Guo's body was currently filled with the heat of tiger penis and deer antler, and her teasing made him toss and turn, unable to sleep. But his body was truly weak; everyone here should understand the pain of being "willing but unable"...

"I like it...of course I like it." Yang Guo gritted his teeth, forcing out a smile that looked more like a grimace. "It's just...it feels so good, I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself."

"Can't control yourself?" Little Dragon Girl leaned close to his ear, her hot breath brushing against his earlobe. "Then don't try to control yourself."

Yang Guo felt like he was about to fly.

Is this still the ethereal Little Dragon Girl? This is practically a ruthless, man-eating demon!

"No!" Yang Guo sat up abruptly, covering his chest with his hands, looking like a chaste and virtuous woman. "Sister Long, I really can't! I'm a cripple right now, I can't do anything but sleep! If you really want me, I can stay in bed for three days and three nights after I recover, but not tonight!"

Seeing his terrified expression, Xiaolongnu finally couldn't help but burst out laughing.

That smile was like the first melting of ice and snow, and the blooming of a hundred flowers.

"Just kidding." She withdrew her hand and covered him up again. "Look how scared you are, you're so easily frightened."

Yang Guo let out a long sigh and collapsed onto the bed. Thank goodness, it was just a joke.

"Go to sleep." Little Dragon Girl blew out the candle and lay down beside him, fully clothed.

In the darkness, their breathing could be clearly heard.

Yang Guo had thought he would fall asleep instantly, as his body had reached its limit. But with such a beautiful woman lying beside him, her delicate fragrance constantly filling his nostrils, and the effects of the nourishing soup in his stomach starting to take hold, he tossed and turned on the jade bed, his whole body burning hot.

"Can't sleep?" came Xiaolongnu's voice from the darkness.

"Hmm...it's hot," Yang Guo said honestly. The tiger penis soup was incredibly strong, with a unique cooling effect. "Come here."

Yang Guo was taken aback: "What?"

"The jade bed is cool."

Yang Guo hesitated before moving closer. As soon as he got close, he was embraced by a soft, slightly cool body.

Xiaolongnu wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed her cheek against his chest. Her womanly intuition was frighteningly accurate. It neutralized the heat within him, making Yang Guo almost groan with pleasure.

"Are you feeling better?"

"Much better... much better." Yang Guo's body was stiff, and he didn't dare to move. This position was too dangerous; the slightest carelessness could lead to an accidental discharge.

"Guo'er".

"Um?"

"You just said that once you've recovered, you won't get out of bed for three days and three nights?"

Yang Guo wanted to slap himself: "That was...that was a declaration of determination!"

"I've got it." Little Dragon Girl's voice held a hint of amusement. "If you can't do it then..."

"What if you can't do it?"

"Then we'll throw you into that big vat filled with jade honey and soak you for forty-nine days."

As night deepened, Yang Guo's breathing finally became steady and long. He was truly exhausted, and in this familiar embrace, all his defenses were lowered, and he fell into a deep sleep.

……

I don't know how much time passed.

In his dazed state, Yang Guo felt a mudfish crawling on his body.

dream?

Yang Guo rolled over and muttered, "Stop fooling around..."

The loach paused for a moment, then intensified its attack.

Yang Guo jolted awake and instantly snapped back to reality.

In the dim light of dawn, he saw Xiaolongnu propping herself up and looking at him. Her hair was a little messy, falling onto his chest, and her usually cold eyes were now burning with two flames.

"Sister... Sister Long?" Yang Guo's voice trembled.

"Awake?" Little Dragon Girl's voice was a little hoarse, but it sounded particularly alluring.

"What...what are you doing?" Yang Guo grabbed her hand.

"I'm getting a checkup." Little Dragon Girl said matter-of-factly, "Grandma said that the medicine was very strong and she was afraid you couldn't handle it, so I'm helping you neutralize the effects."

Is there any medicine that can neutralize the effects of this?

"No need! Really, no need!" Yang Guo shrank back desperately. "I'm all better now! Really! I don't feel uncomfortable at all!"

"Liar." Little Dragon Girl leaned in, her soft curves pressed against his chest, leaving him nowhere to escape. "When you were sleeping just now, your breathing was like boiling water."

Yang Guo wanted to cry but had no tears.

"I've been missing you terribly these past few days, don't you miss me?"

Yang Guo was in a terrible predicament. He definitely wanted to, but he couldn't afford to pay his dues! If he didn't perform well, how could he ever hold his head high in front of Sister Longlong again?

"Sister Long, let's be reasonable." Yang Guo placed his hands on her shoulders, attempting a final struggle. "This needs to be done step by step. Besides, I've been practicing martial arts too hard these past few days, and now I'm just an empty shell. Even if you squeeze me dry, you won't get a single drop out. Let's stay alive, okay?"

Little Dragon Girl stopped what she was doing and looked down at him.

"An empty shell?" She raised an eyebrow. "Did you drink that bowl of tiger penis soup for nothing?"

"That's a tonic, not a miracle drug!" Yang Guo wailed. "Even a god needs a recovery period!"

Little Dragon Girl stared at him for a long time, and the flames in her eyes slowly subsided.

"Guo'er, tell me the truth."

"What?"

"Did you really only practice your skills during those three days you were away?"

Yang Guo's heart skipped a beat, and cold sweat instantly broke out. A woman's intuition is frighteningly accurate.

"Of course... I'm practicing martial arts!" Yang Guo forced a smile and insisted. "What else can I do besides practice? Go find other women, you think?"

"Hmph, I bet you wouldn't dare." Little Dragon Girl poked him in the chest. "If you dare to mess around with those shady women outside, I'll cut off your thing and feed it to the jade bees."

Yang Guo subconsciously squeezed his chrysanthemum tightly.

"However..." Little Dragon Girl changed the subject, drawing circles on his chest with her finger, "Since you can't do it, let's try another way."

"What...what method should we use?" Yang Guo had a bad feeling.

Little Dragon Girl didn't say anything, she just covered herself with the blanket.

"Waaaaah, no! Sister Dragon~~~"

Little Dragon Girl is now unable to speak out.

……

After a long while, Xiaolongnu's cheeks flushed slightly. Looking at Yang Guo's utterly dazed expression, she nodded in satisfaction.

"It seems it's not entirely impossible."

Yang Guo gasped for breath, his chest heaving. He looked at the woman before him, who was both familiar and unfamiliar, and felt a surge of emotion.

"Sister Long..." Yang Guo said, his voice trembling with tears, "Are you trying to kill me?"

"Kill you?" Little Dragon Girl bit her lip. "This is nothing. Since you're weak, I'll help you with these kinds of chores from now on."

Yang Guo was stunned.

Looking into Xiaolongnu's earnest eyes, he suddenly understood. She truly cared for him and genuinely wanted to be close to him. Even if it was in a way that she might find somewhat shameful, she was willing to do it for him.

That silly woman.

Yang Guo felt a pang of sadness, reached out and pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly.

"Sister Long, you're so good to me."

"Silly boy." Little Dragon Girl snuggled against him. "You're my husband. If I'm not good to you, who will I be good to?"

"Wait until I'm healed," Yang Guo vowed through gritted teeth in her ear, "and when I'm healed, I'll show you what a true dragon knight is!"

Little Dragon Girl chuckled lightly, "Alright, I'll be waiting."

She paused, then added, "But now, go have another bowl of soup."

Yang Guo stiffened: "Want more?"

"Just now... we need to make up for it quickly." Little Dragon Girl pushed him away, got up and got out of bed. "Grandma's pot is still warm, I'll go get it."

Watching Xiaolongnu's departing figure, Yang Guo collapsed onto the bed in despair.

This is unbearable.

On one side are the ruthless Ouyang Feng and Li Mochou, and on the other is the gentle yet deadly Xiaolongnü.

What good deeds did Yang Guo do in his past life to end up with so many awful people?