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

There were no lights on in the corridor.

Only the faint light leaking from the lobby on the first floor slanted across the wooden pillars.

Yang Guo leaned against a pillar.

He was wearing only a thin white undergarment, the belt loose, and the collar wide open, revealing a large expanse of his muscular chest.

There were several clear red marks on her chest, scratches made by a woman's fingernails.

His hair was loose over his shoulders, and he was holding a rough porcelain teacup in his hand.

Steam rose in wisps from the rim of the cup.

Cheng Ying stood frozen at the doorway.

Her hand was still on the door latch, and she stood there, frozen, unable to go in or back out.

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

Yang Guo took a sip of tea, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

Cheng Ying's gaze involuntarily fell on the red marks on his chest.

Just moments ago, the commotion from the apartment next door was still swirling in her mind.

Now, the man who made those noises is standing in front of her.

He also had a distinctive odor.

Cheng Ying turned her face away, trying to remain calm.

"It's too stuffy in the inn, I'm going out for some fresh air."

Cheng Ying's voice was cold.

"Breathable?"

Yang Guo chuckled.

He placed the teacup on the wooden railing of the corridor, straightened up, and took two steps forward.

The distance between the two people was reduced to less than three feet.

Yang Guo was more than half a head taller than Cheng Ying, and the imposing presence of his size was amplified in the dimly lit corridor.

The man's tall figure blocked the light coming up from downstairs.

A shadow fell over Cheng Ying.

The lingering scent of Yang Guo, mixed with the unique medicinal fragrance of the Qiankun Technique, wafted into Cheng Ying's nose.

Cheng Ying involuntarily took half a step back, her back hitting the door frame.

Yang Guo raised his left hand and slammed it against the wooden door next to Cheng Ying's ear with a "snap".

His right arm hung down at his side, and his chest remained open.

The red marks left by Lu Wushuang stopped right at Cheng Ying's eye level.

Cheng Ying turned her head away, refusing to look at those glaring marks.

"Does breathing require carrying a backpack?"

Yang Guo's voice was very low, still hoarse from before.

Cheng Ying's shoulders tensed.

The straps of the backpack dug into my shoulders.

Countless thoughts raced through my mind.

Her original plan was to rush to Xiangyang overnight to seek help.

But now Yang Guo is blocking their way, and the difference in their martial arts skills is obvious.

We can't win by fighting.

Even if she did run away, Yang Guo could find out the next morning and take Lu Wushuang on a different route.

The world is so big, where will she go to bail people out?

She had finally found her cousin, and she couldn't just let the trail go cold.

Go to Xiangyang.

We must go to Xiangyang.

Only by going to Xiangyang with them, and reaching the territory of Senior Sister Huang Rong and Brother-in-law Guo Jing, can everything be turned around.

Before that, one must be patient.

Cheng Yingqiang suppressed the turmoil in his heart, turned around, and met Yang Guo's eyes.

"The bed in the inn is too hard, I can't sleep."

Cheng Ying made up an excuse.

Yang Guo lowered his head and brought his face close to Cheng Ying's.

His breath hit the tip of her nose.

"It's only natural to have trouble sleeping."

"Anyone would get angry after listening to noise for two or three hours."

Yang Guo's language was crude and vulgar.

Cheng Ying's cheeks were burning hot, and her neck flushed pink.

She bit her lower lip, forcibly suppressing the shame and anger in her heart.

Yang Guo's body pressed forward another inch.

The two were so close that they were only a fist's width apart.

The heat emanating from his chest warmed Cheng Ying's face.

The true energy of the Qiankun Technique that had been left in Cheng Ying's eight acupoints during the day began to stir again under the influence of this energy.

Cheng Ying felt a sudden soreness in her lower back, and her legs almost gave way.

"Brother Yang, please have some self-respect."

Cheng Ying reached out and placed her hand on Yang Guo's chest, trying to push him away.

Fingers touched Yang Guo's firm chest, and the palm of his hand felt the burning heat of his body.

Cheng Ying immediately withdrew her hand as if she had been burned.

Yang Guo let out a soft laugh.

"Self-respect?"

"I was standing in the corridor drinking tea in the middle of the night when Miss Cheng bumped into me and even reached out to touch me."

"Who exactly lacks self-respect?"

Yang Guo's skill in turning the tables on others was already at a master level.

Cheng Ying was so angry that she laughed instead.

"Brother Yang, you have quite the eloquence; you can even make black seem white."

Yang Guo lowered his hand from the door frame, wrapped his right arm around Cheng Ying's waist, and pulled her forcefully.

Before Cheng Ying could react, she crashed into Yang Guo's arms.

"What are you doing!"

Cheng Ying lowered her voice and angrily rebuked Yang Guo, desperately pushing his shoulders with both hands.

The corridor was too quiet.

She dared not speak loudly, for fear of waking up the other people in the inn, and even more so of waking up Lu Wushuang next door.

Yang Guo gripped the back of her head with his left hand and pressed her against his chest.

With his right hand around that supple waist, his thumb pressed precisely on the Baliao acupoint.

The familiar, warm energy seeped into the acupoints.

Cheng Ying felt as if all her strength had been drained away in an instant.

Her hands, which had been pushing her away, limply rested on Yang Guo's shoulders.

"Let go..."

Cheng Ying's voice trembled violently, and it sounded like she was about to cry.

Yang Guo did not release him.

He brought his lips close to Cheng Ying's ear.

"You want to run away."

"Go to Xiangyang to get reinforcements, right?"

Yang Guo hit the nail on the head.

Cheng Ying's pupils suddenly dilated.

What kind of brain does this person have?

They were even able to guess my purpose perfectly.

"I didn't..."

"Let me finish speaking first."

Yang Guo interrupted her.

"I know the rules of Peach Blossom Island."

"You think I'm not good enough for your cousin, and that I'm bullying her."

"You want to find Guo Jing and Huang Rong to back you up."

"I won't stop you."

Cheng Ying was stunned.

Yang Guo released his grip on the back of her head and casually lifted her chin.

The rough fingertips caressed Ying's delicate skin.

"We share the same goal."

"I'm also going to Xiangyang."

"You'd better come with us obediently."

"Once we get to Xiangyang, you can complain however you want."

"But you have to follow my rules on this journey."

Yang Guo's tone was full of unreasonable domineering.

Cheng Ying was forced to raise her head.

My chin was pinched so hard it hurt.

Looking at that young, handsome, yet sinister face, her sense of humiliation reached its peak.

"What are the rules?"

Cheng Ying asked through gritted teeth.

"First, no sneaking out at night."

"Second, you are not allowed to sow discord between my wife and me."

Third, just pretend you didn't see what I told her to do.

With each sentence Yang Guo spoke, he pressed his thumb heavily on her lower back.

With three consecutive strikes, the true energy of the Qiankun Technique was poured into the belt meridian.

Cheng Ying's legs went weak, and she almost clung to Yang Guo.

If it weren't for that broad chest, she would have collapsed to the ground by now.

"Did you understand?"

Yang Guo asked.

Cheng Ying was panting heavily, tears welling up in her eyes.

"I understand."

"very good."

Yang Guo released his grip on her chin.

The right arm was also withdrawn at the same time.

Cheng Ying lost her balance and fell backward against the door panel with a short, sharp "thud".

Lu Wushuang's incoherent murmurs came from the next room.

"My lord..."

Yang Guo turned around and responded to the wooden door of the "Earth" room.

"Go to sleep. You haven't gone far. Go get some water."

Lu Wushuang turned over in the room and quickly fell silent again.

Cheng Ying pressed herself against the door, panting heavily.

My clothes were soaked with sweat and stuck to my body, which was very uncomfortable.

She watched as Yang Guo turned around, picked up the teacup on the railing, and drank the remaining half-cup of cold tea in one gulp.

Yang Guo, holding an empty teacup, paused briefly as he passed Cheng Ying.

I want to eat meat buns tomorrow morning.

"You got up early, go buy it."

"Remember to bring two drawers."

"Wushuang likes to eat meat."

After saying that, Yang Guo pushed open the door of the "Earth" room and went inside.

The bolt slammed shut with a crisp sound.

The corridor fell dark again.

Cheng Ying leaned against the door panel and slowly slid down to sit on the ground.

She buried her head in her knees, her shoulders shaking uncontrollably.

Humiliation, resentment, and a deep-seated weakness weighed her down, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

She swore.

Once we reach Xiangyang...

As long as I see my senior sister and Master Guo.

She was determined to tear Yang Guo to pieces and rescue her cousin from this hellhole.

After a long while, Cheng Ying stood up, leaning on the door frame, and pushed the door open to return to the top-tier room.

The canopy bed was ice cold.

Cheng Ying didn't take off her clothes and lay down directly on the hard bed.

Yang Guo's steady breathing could be heard from next door.

He didn't bother Lu Wushuang anymore.

Cheng Ying stared at the ceiling, her eyes remaining closed for a long time.

Xiangyang.

This was not only her destination, but also a lifeline for her.

That night, Cheng Ying stayed awake until dawn.

The next morning.

The street outside the inn was bustling with activity early in the morning.

The vendors' cries pierced through the wooden windows and drifted into the guest rooms.

Inside the room numbered Earth.

Yang Guo opened his eyes.

Lu Wushuang was still fast asleep in his arms.

She practiced dual cultivation for most of the night last night, and the true energy from the Qiankun Technique helped to unblock her meridians.

She needs to rest more today.

Yang Guo carefully withdrew his arm.

Lu Wushuang hummed twice and hugged the pillow on the headboard.

He put on his clothes, pushed open the door, and walked into the hallway.

As soon as I stepped out of the room, I saw Cheng Ying walking over with a tray.

On the tray were two steaming baskets of buns and three bowls of white rice porridge.