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

A night breeze rustled through the courtyard, and the leaves whispered. Several unidentified insects chirped in the grass. Dew began to condense on the flagstones.

Lu Wushuang sat on the bluestone slab. She hugged her knees with both hands, her chin resting on her arms. The noise inside the room finally stopped.

She remained in that position for a long time, her left leg completely numb. She reached out and kneaded the muscles of her left leg vigorously, trying to get the blood flowing again. She stood up and brushed the dust off her clothes.

The door to the main house made a sound and was pulled open from the inside.

Huang Rong came out. She was dressed neatly, the wrinkles in her clothes smoothed out. Her hair was restyled, with a wooden hairpin in her bun. However, her steps were unsteady.

When crossing the threshold, Huang Rong didn't lift her foot high enough, and the sole of her shoe hit the wooden threshold.

She leaned forward, nearly falling. Huang Rong quickly reached out her right hand and gripped the doorframe tightly, regaining her balance. She exhaled, her forehead still glistening with fine beads of sweat.

Lu Wushuang stood in the middle of the courtyard, staring straight at her.

Huang Rong straightened up and straightened her sleeves.

She knew Lu Wushuang was watching her. As the leader of the Beggars' Sect, she absolutely could not lose face in front of a little girl.

She straightened her back, forcibly suppressing the soreness in her legs. Then she took two steps forward, taking very small steps, afraid of giving herself away.

Huang Rong walked up to Lu Wushuang.

"Wushuang, you've been keeping watch for most of the night, haven't you? You've worked hard." Huang Rong's voice was a little hoarse.

Lu Wushuang lowered her head, looking at her toes. She didn't know how to respond. She dared not look Huang Rong in the eye.

Huang Rong leaned closer and lowered her voice, "Go in and take good care of Guo'er. He's exhausted today."

Lu Wushuang's head was buzzing after hearing this.

She clenched her fists so tightly that her nails dug into her flesh.

What kind of outrageous words are these! She wished she could draw the willow-leaf dagger from her waist and use the scabbard to whack Huang Rong on the head.

But she dared not. Opposite her was the Beggars' Sect leader, Yang Guo's woman. She could only swallow her anger.

Between being angry and feeling humiliated, she chose to feel humiliated.

She cursed inwardly. What kind of nonsense is this? The principal wife advising a maid to serve a man? Huang Rong seems so dignified and elegant during the day, how can she be so shameless in private?

"Oh," Lu Wushuang replied in a muffled voice.

Huang Rong chuckled twice, then turned and walked out of the courtyard. She walked very slowly, her legs visibly trembling.

Lu Wushuang watched Huang Rong walk out of the courtyard gate and into the night. She quickly went over, closed the gate tightly again, and bolted it with a heavy wooden bolt.

Turning around, I saw that the door to the main house was half open. It was dark inside, and I couldn't see clearly.

Lu Wushuang stood rooted to the spot. That door led to a den of demons. She dared not go in. Having listened to the commotion for two hours, the thought of facing Yang Guo now filled her with utter embarrassment.

But she dared not refuse to go in. She was Yang Guo's personal maid. Sleeping in the outer room was her duty. Yang Guo might call her to serve tea or water at any time.

Lu Wushuang gritted her teeth, dragged her left leg, and slowly moved to the door. She pushed the door open and stepped over the threshold.

An oil lamp was lit in the room. The light was dim. An indescribable smell filled the air.

Lu Wushuang raised her head and looked into the inner room.

Yang Guo leaned against the headboard. He was shirtless, wearing only a pair of loose shorts.

Lu Wushuang breathed a sigh of relief. The situation was a little better than she had expected. At least Yang Guo was wearing pants. She had been imagining things outside, thinking she would see something disgusting if she went in.

She used to hear those old women gossiping. They said that in wealthy families, when the master and mistress were doing their business, the personal maids were supposed to be there to serve them. They would bring tea and water, hand them towels, and even rub their bottoms.

Fortunately, Huang Rong and Yang Guo didn't do that, otherwise she might as well have just smashed her head against a pillar and died.

Yang Guo picked up the teapot from the bedside table, poured himself a glass of water, and drank it all in one gulp.

He is in excellent spirits now.

The "Kan Li Jue" is truly a wonderful thing. After two hours of intense fighting, he not only didn't feel tired, but instead felt the Yin and Yang energies in his dantian become even more abundant. That inexhaustible flow of heat coursed through his limbs and bones. His back didn't ache, and his legs didn't feel weak.

Yang Guo looked at the night outside the door, his heart filled with joy. Sister Long? Technician Li? If they dared to provoke him again, he'd make sure they behaved themselves for half a month. He now had the confidence to do so.

Yang Guo turned his head and looked at Lu Wushuang, who was standing by the screen in the outer room.

The girl hunched her shoulders and lowered her head, looking like a quail.

Yang Guo had the idea of ​​teasing her.

"What are you standing there for? Come and sit down." Yang Guo pointed to the round stool next to the bed.

Lu Wushuang shook her head: "I'll be fine standing."

"I told you to come and sit down. Are you not even listening to your master now?" Yang Guo said sternly, displaying the authority of a sect leader.

Lu Wushuang had no choice but to walk over and sit down on the round stool. She only dared to sit on one side of her buttocks, with her hands on her knees and her back straight.

Yang Guo stood up, walked to the table, poured himself another cup of tea, and handed it to Lu Wushuang.

"Have some water. You've been out in the cold wind all night, don't catch a cold." Yang Guo put the teacup into her hand.

Lu Wushuang held the teacup, the steam rising onto her face. She secretly glanced at Yang Guo.

Yang Guo was very close to her. He was tall with broad shoulders. His chest muscles were firm and full, and his abdomen had a clear outline. The light shone on him, giving him a healthy glow.

She used to wander the martial arts world, and the men she met were either uncouth farmers or shifty-eyed wanderers. They all reeked of sourness.

Yang Guo was different. He had a pleasant scent of soapberry on him, and his muscles were well-defined, without an ounce of excess fat. When he stood up straight, his posture was upright, exuding a compelling and sharp aura.

Lu Wushuang's gaze lingered unconsciously on those abs for a few more seconds. Her heart was pounding in her chest. She quickly lowered her head.

Some strange thoughts began to pop into her mind.

Yang Guo is handsome, highly skilled in martial arts, and now the leader of the Quanzhen Sect, wielding power and influence. Being a maidservant to such a man, with food and drink every day, and the opportunity to learn superior lightness skills, doesn't seem like a bad deal.

It's much better than living in fear and anxiety with Li Mochou.

Lu Wushuang was completely unaware that her thoughts had gone completely astray. Her initial resolve to die rather than submit had turned into self-consolation.

Yang Guo pulled up a chair, straddled it, and rested his arms on the back. He stared intently at Lu Wushuang's face, not missing a single micro-expression.

"Wushuang, let's talk." Yang Guo tapped his fingers on the back of the chair. "What did you two talk about when Sister Rong took you down the mountain during the day?"

Lu Wushuang gripped her teacup tightly: "We didn't talk about much. Just buying clothes and rouge."

Yang Guo leaned forward slightly: "Tell Sister Rong that you have a lover. Who is it?"

Lu Wushuang looked up, her eyes wide. She hadn't expected Huang Rong to turn around and tell Yang Guo about it.

"No! I was just making this up!" Lu Wushuang hurriedly denied.

"Nonsense? You're usually so stubborn and unwilling to admit defeat. Would you just spout something like this?" Yang Guo stared into her eyes. "Tell me, which wild man was it? Yelü Qi? The Wu brothers? Or some pretty boy you met in the martial world?"

Lu Wushuang remained adamant: "I said no, and that's final. Don't ask anymore."

"You are my maid now. You are mine, and your affairs are my affairs." Yang Guo's tone became more serious. "If you don't talk, I will send disciples of the Quanzhen Sect down the mountain tomorrow to investigate. Arrest all the young men you have been in contact with and bring them up the mountain for interrogation one by one."

Lu Wushuang was furious and slammed her teacup heavily on the table. The tea splashed out and scalded her hand.

"How dare you! What right do you have to interfere in my affairs!" Lu Wushuang roared at Yang Guo. "You be my sect leader, and I'll be my maid. Who I think about is none of your business!"

Yang Guo smiled when he saw her throwing a tantrum.

This girl is like a firecracker, she'll ignite at the slightest touch.

"Fine, I don't care. But if you have bad taste and marry a good-for-nothing, it'll be a disgrace to Yang Guo." Yang Guo leaned back in his chair. "Is your girlfriend's martial arts as good as mine? Is she as handsome as me? Can she become the leader of the world's number one sect?"

Lu Wushuang turned her head away, refusing to look at him.

She would never reveal the person in her heart.

Seeing that he couldn't get any information out of him, Yang Guo stopped pressing the issue. After all, the person was right under his nose; he figured he could find out about them sooner or later.

He stood up and walked to Lu Wushuang.

Lu Wushuang shrank back nervously.

Yang Guo bent down, bringing his face close to hers, the two of them less than a foot apart.

"You must be exhausted after keeping watch all night?" Yang Guo lowered his voice, his tone becoming frivolous. "Would you like me to massage your shoulders and legs?"

Lu Wushuang's cheeks flushed, and she pushed Yang Guo away and stood up.

"I don't need your fake kindness! I'm going to sleep!" Lu Wushuang turned and walked out of the room.

"It's cold outside, do you want to squeeze into the inner room? My bed is very big," Yang Guo called out from behind.

"You're dreaming!" Lu Wushuang didn't even turn her head. She strode to the hardwood couch, lay down fully clothed, and pulled a thin blanket over her head.

Yang Guo laughed heartily, turned around and walked back to the bedside, where he lay down.

He was in an excellent mood. His physical deficiencies had been replenished, and the Quanzhen Sect had been stabilized. Starting tomorrow, he would carefully plan his next steps. He wanted to study how to master the Kanli Technique and enter the Innate Realm as soon as possible.

Yang Guo closed his eyes, and soon his even breathing could be heard. He was sleeping very soundly.

On the hardwood couch in the outer room, Lu Wushuang couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

She closed her eyes, her mind filled with the sounds she had just heard in the courtyard: Huang Rong's suppressed breathing, Yang Guo's heavy panting, and the creaking of the wooden bed.

These voices kept swirling in her mind, and she couldn't get rid of them.

Lu Wushuang felt hot all over. She threw off the thin blanket and turned over. Closing her eyes, the image of Yang Guo, shirtless and muscular, jumped into her mind again.

She pounded the wooden bed hard, rolled over, and lay on her back.

His eyes were fixed on the dark roof.

She had never experienced such a difficult night in her entire life.

The sound of Yang Guo's steady breathing came from the inner room.

Lu Wushuang bit her lip, cursing Yang Guo a thousand times in her heart.

You big bastard, you pervert, you shameless scoundrel.

She felt parched and wanted to get a glass of water, but she was afraid of waking Yang Guo in the inner room. So she could only endure it.

A dull ache throbbed from the disabled part of her left leg. She had walked too much during the day and stood in the yard for half the night; her leg was already swollen. She reached out to rub it, her mind a jumbled mess.

She kept tossing and turning, cursing and swearing.

The sky outside the window gradually brightened, and the night watchman's drum stopped. It wasn't until the first rays of dawn shone through the window that Lu Wushuang could no longer stay awake, her eyelids grew heavy, and she finally managed to close her eyes and fall asleep.