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

Cheng Ying stood in front of the counter, holding the wooden plaque, her fingers aching from the pressure.

The shopkeeper muttered to himself behind the counter, "With the Madam's temper, no wonder the young master prefers the obedient one."

Cheng Ying gritted her teeth, ignoring the shopkeeper's gossip. She grabbed her book box and hurried upstairs.

The top-class rooms and the bottom-class rooms are next to each other.

There was a wooden wall separating them.

The walls here are thicker than the mud house from last night, but they still can't block out much noise.

Cheng Ying pushed open the door to the top-tier room, went inside, and bolted the door shut behind her.

Inside the room was a canopy bed, and a square table was placed by the window. On the table was a pot of hot water.

Instead of getting water, she went straight to the bedside and sat down.

After traveling all day, my legs felt very heavy.

But she wasn't sleepy at all.

The events that happened on the mountain path during the day, and what happened downstairs at the inn just now, kept replaying in my mind.

Yang Guo's domineering and tyrannical true energy, and his unrestrained vulgar language.

And the way my cousin looked at Yang Guo.

When Lu Wushuang looked at Yang Guo, her eyes showed fear, dependence, and even a very secret longing.

That look in their eyes wasn't from being forced at all; it was from complete devotion.

Cheng Ying sighed.

Huang Yaoshi once said that the more hardships a person has experienced, the more easily they are subdued by an absolutely strong person.

Yang Guo healed Lu Wushuang's leg, which was equivalent to giving her a second life.

To sever this ties, reasoning alone won't work.

There was a noise coming from next door.

The sound of a door closing. Footsteps. Then the sound of water being poured.

Cheng Ying closed her eyes. She didn't want to listen, but a martial artist's hearing is impossible to shut off.

"Lift your feet up a bit." Yang Guo's voice came through the wooden wall, slightly distorted, but the content was still clear. "Is the water hot?"

"It's not hot," came Lu Wushuang's voice.

"Is the Fengshi acupoint on my leg still sore? I rode a horse all day and it was so bumpy."

"A little. Husband, don't press there...it itches." Lu Wushuang's tone changed, the last syllable rising in pitch.

Cheng Ying sat on the edge of the bed, her hands gripping the fabric on her knees.

Yang Guo is washing Lu Wushuang's feet.

A man with superb martial arts skills, capable of lifting hundreds of kilograms of wood with one hand, actually condescended to wash a woman's feet.

They not only washed my feet, but also massaged my acupoints.

Cheng Ying recalled what Yang Guo had said during the day: "Because I healed her leg."

She began to understand why her cousin was so devoted to this man.

Yang Guo blended ruthlessness and tenderness together. One moment he could trample someone underfoot, the next he could hold you in the palm of his hand.

This method, when used against orphaned girls who lack love, is a sure-fire way to kill them.

The sounds from next door continued to come.

The sound of a basin being kicked away. Then the sound of a heavy object hitting the bed.

Although the bed in the "Earth" room was sturdier than that in the earthen house, the wooden joints would still make noise if you moved around too much.

"Take off your clothes," Yang Guo said in a low voice.

"The window isn't closed properly..."

"Close it tightly. Lie down."

Next came the rustling sound of fabric rubbing together.

Cheng Ying's breathing began to quicken.

She couldn't help but recall the scene from earlier that day on the mountain path, where Yang Guo stood behind her, his hands on her shoulders, sliding down her back to her lower back.

That warm and domineering true energy was also poured in along the belt meridian in that way.

I heard a shaking sound coming from the bed next door.

As familiar as ever.

"Hmm..." Lu Wushuang let out a long, soft groan.

There was no pain in the sound, only the comfort after the true energy had smoothed out the meridians, mixed with the unique sweetness between a man and a woman.

Cheng Ying stood up, walked to the octagonal table, and poured herself a glass of water.

My hands were shaking so badly that water spilled onto the table.

She picked up the cup and took a sip; the water was lukewarm, but it couldn't quell the fire in her heart.

The noise from next door was getting louder and louder.

Lu Wushuang's breathing became completely relaxed.

In a place like an inn, she seemed to be deliberately suppressing her voice, but the more she suppressed it, the more alluring the tone that leaked out of her throat became.

"Husband... your internal energy... is too hot..."

"Just bear the heat. Practice the Qiankun Technique once, and your thighs won't hurt tomorrow."

Cheng Ying slammed her water glass heavily onto the table.

The Secret of Heaven and Earth.

Just from the name, you can tell it's not a good thing.

Yang Guo was actually using this technique to train his cousin. Even more absurdly, his cousin seemed to enjoy it immensely.

Cheng Ying walked to the bedside and lay down fully clothed. She covered her head with the blanket.

Useless.

Yang Guo circulated his inner energy, carrying a unique medicinal fragrance that even seeped into the top-tier room through the gaps in the wooden walls.

Upon smelling that odor, Cheng Ying felt a sudden, inexplicable surge of heat rise in her lower abdomen.

The areas where Yang Guo pressed the Baliao acupoints during the day are now starting to feel hot and sore again.

The cold pain of uterine coldness was transformed into an unbearable feeling of emptiness by this false heat.

She tossed and turned in bed, her legs tightly clenched together.

Yang Guo is a beast.

Cheng Ying cursed inwardly.

She was now absolutely certain that Yang Guo knew she could hear him and that the wall was not soundproof at all.

Yang Guo deliberately made those noises next door and said those things to her on purpose.

He was using this method to declare his ownership of Lu Wushuang, while at the same time gradually destroying her sense of shame as a disciple of Peach Blossom Island.

This kind of torture, like being cut with a dull knife, is even more vicious than simply beating her up.

Late at night.

The sound of the night watchman's gong outside Fenglin Town rang out after the third watch.

The noise from next door finally stopped.

Lu Wushuang didn't even have the strength to speak, only the sound of her even, shallow breathing remained.

Cheng Ying was drenched in sweat, her undergarments clinging tightly to her body, making her extremely uncomfortable.

She sat up and glanced at the moonlight streaming in through the window.

We must go find Huang Rong.

Cheng Ying made up her mind.

She was alone, her martial arts skills were inferior to Yang Guo's, and her mental shrewdness was also inferior to Yang Guo's, so there was no way she could take Lu Wushuang away.

She was even afraid that if she traveled with Yang Guo for a few more days, she would also fall into that strange rhythm.

Huang Rong is in Xiangyang. Once she arrives in Xiangyang, with her master's intervention and Guo Jing's prestige, even if Yang Guo is domineering, he won't dare to act recklessly in the Guo residence. Then they can rescue Wushuang.

Cheng Ying put on her shoes, tiptoed to the door, and unlatched it.

She pushed open the door, but as soon as she took a step, she froze on the spot.

Yang Guo, wearing a thin white undergarment, leaned against the wooden pillar between the Heavenly and Earthly rooms.

He was holding a teacup, which was steaming.

He looked at Cheng Ying with a smile on his lips.

"Miss Cheng, where are you going in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?"