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

The sun completely sank below the mountain.

The three of them left Fenglin Mountain but failed to reach the next town.

Ahead was a wild slope, and at the foot of the slope was a stream with a babbling sound.

Yang Guo reined in the reins and tilted his chin towards the stream.

"I'll just make do here for the night."

Lu Wushuang slid off the horse and skillfully untied the baggage from the saddle.

Cheng Ying walked behind, took off her book box, and placed it on a dry, flat stone.

The stench of blood from the daytime battle had not yet dissipated.

Cheng Ying glanced at Yang Guo.

The man was bending over to pick up firewood, his movements casual, showing no trace of the ruthlessness he displayed earlier that day when he killed the bandit leader with a single finger.

He was highly skilled in martial arts, acted decisively, and left no survivors.

Cheng Ying gained another layer of understanding of Yang Guo.

Although Guo Jing of Xiangyang was a top-notch martial artist, he was a man of integrity and would never kill without blinking an eye like Yang Guo.

These kinds of people are the most difficult to deal with.

A fire was started.

The firelight illuminated this small stretch of riverbank.

Lu Wushuang skewered several dry food cakes on a wooden stick and roasted them over the fire.

Cheng Ying lowered her head and smelled her sleeve.

I had sweated profusely during the day, and then I was forced into a cold sweat by the bandits. My clothes were sticking to my body and felt sticky.

She's a germaphobe and can't stand the smell.

"I'm going downstream to wash up."

Cheng Ying gave Lu Wushuang some instructions, picked up a clean set of undergarments, and walked downstream into the stream.

Yang Guo poked at the campfire with a tree branch, without even lifting his eyelids.

Cheng Ying walked along the stream for about a hundred steps.

There is a bend in the river here, and several large rocks block the view upstream.

The water flow was gentle, and the water depth was just up to the knees.

The moonlight shone brightly on the water.

Cheng Ying looked around; there was no one there, only the chirping of insects and the sound of water.

She placed her change of clothes on the stone and loosened the belt of her light green dress.

The skirt slipped to the ground.

Next came the outer garment and the inner garment.

The mountain night breeze was cool, and when it blew against my skin, it stirred up a slight chill.

But Cheng Ying felt a heat stirring in her lower abdomen.

The true energy left behind by Yang Guo when he explored the cave during the day, which had already subsided, became active again after being stirred by the night wind.

Cheng Ying gritted her teeth and put her feet into the stream.

The stream water was very cold.

Amidst the alternating hot and cold temperatures, she couldn't help but let out a very soft groan through her nose.

She bent down, scooped up water with her hands, and splashed it on herself.

My neck, collarbone, and arms were all washed by the stream.

Cheng Ying washed very slowly.

She needed to wash away the blood and the dust she had accumulated over the past few days.

In the camp upstream.

Lu Wushuang handed the baked pancake to Yang Guo.

"Husband, my cousin has been gone for a while."

Lu Wushuang chewed on the biscuit and glanced downstream.

"In this desolate wilderness, I hope he hasn't been carried off by wolves."

Yang Guo stood up and brushed the crumbs off his hands.

"I'll go take a look."

Lu Wushuang nodded.

She knew Yang Guo's abilities; with him there, her cousin would definitely be safe.

Yang Guo walked downstream, stepping on the pebbles on the riverbank.

He didn't try to hide his footsteps; the soles of his shoes made a rustling sound as they stepped on the stones.

Yang Guo stopped in his tracks just after turning past those large rocks.

The moonlight was beautiful.

Cheng Ying stood with her back to him in the stream water that was above her knees.

A light green coat was draped over the stone.

She was bending over to scoop up water, her back view slender yet supple in the moonlight.

Her waist was extremely thin.

Yang Guo had hugged her during the day and remembered the feel of her.

His eyebrows twitched.

He had genuinely intended to check for wild animals, but he hadn't expected to stumble upon this scene.

The sound of flowing water drowned out Yang Guo's footsteps.

Cheng Ying was completely unaware.

After washing her arms, she straightened up and reached for a towel on the shore.

As they turned around, the two were face to face.

Cheng Ying froze, her hand hanging in mid-air.

Yang Guo stood two zhang away, his arms crossed over his chest, his gaze fixed on her.

There was no panic, nor did they try to avoid it.

Cheng Ying's voice was stuck in her throat.

A wave of shame washed over her, and her cheeks and neck turned completely red.

She wanted to shout it out, but reason prevailed and she swallowed her voice.

Wushuang is upstream, not far away.

As long as she calls out, Wushuang will definitely run over.

When she sees this scene, will she, as the older cousin, still have any face left?

Cheng Ying quickly squatted down in the water, which reached her shoulders.

She shielded herself with her hands and cursed under her breath.

"roll!"

Yang Guo did not move.

He took two steps forward and stepped into the shallow water.

The soles of my shoes got wet from the stream.

"Miss Cheng, can't you be a little reasonable?"

Yang Guo's voice was calm and even, with his usual teasing tone.

"This river isn't yours. I'm here on patrol, and you're washing up here by yourself. Why are you telling me to get lost?"

Cheng Ying was trembling with anger.

This man saw her like this and still had the audacity to say such things.

"Shut up! Turn around right now!"

Cheng Ying's voice was very low, already tinged with sobs.

The water was very cold.

But the evil fire within her burned even more fiercely.

A mixture of shame, anger, and excitement surged upwards along the tailbone.

Yang Guo walked to the water's edge, bent down, and picked up the handkerchief from the stone.

He held it in his hand and weighed it in his hand.

"Are you done washing? Would you like to come up and dry off?"

"The water is cold. You already have a cold uterus. If you soak in it any longer, you won't be able to walk tomorrow."

Cheng Ying hugged her knees tightly underwater and gritted her teeth.

If she had a sword, she really would have stabbed him.

But the sword and clothes were placed next to the rocks on the shore, right next to Yang Guo.

She was trapped.

"What exactly do you want?"

Cheng Ying asked in a low voice.

"I didn't intend to do anything."

Yang Guo squatted down next to the rock, looking at her at eye level.

"Just a friendly reminder, your clothes are going to get washed away."

Cheng Ying turned her head to look.

Sure enough, a piece of clothing was drifting downstream with the current, already a good ten feet away.

She is in a hurry.

In the middle of nowhere, without any underwear, how will we travel tomorrow?

She absolutely refused to stand up and pick it up in front of Yang Guo.

"Please pick it up for me!"

Cheng Ying disregarded her pride and gave the order with red eyes.

Yang Guo stood up and clapped his hands.

"When asking for help, you must have the right attitude."

Cheng Ying stared at him, her eyes glistening with tears.

"Please."

She lowered her head and spoke very softly.

"I didn't hear you clearly."

"Please help me pick it up."

Cheng Ying raised her voice slightly.

Yang Guo smiled.

He waded through the water, bent down, and retrieved the garment.

The fabric was soaked with water and hung heavily in his hands.

He carried the clothes back to Cheng Ying and looked down at the woman squatting in the water.

"Here you go."

Yang Guo handed the item over.

Cheng Ying reached out one hand to catch it, while keeping the other hand protectively in front of her.

Just as her fingertips were about to touch it, Yang Guo flipped his wrist and took the clothes back.

"you!"

Cheng Ying glared at him.

Yang Guo spoke in a light and casual tone.

"Miss Cheng, you look much better in women's clothing than in men's clothing."

That was a very sharp remark.

Cheng Ying's patience completely broke down.

She slapped the water's surface, splashing up a large spray.

"Yang Guo! You're a beast!"

Yang Guo did not get angry.

He draped the clothes back into the pile of clothes on the rock and turned to walk back.

"Hurry up and get dressed and come back."

"There really are wolves in these mountains; they only prey on fair-skinned girls."

Yang Guo's figure disappeared behind the big rock.

Cheng Ying squatted in the water, panting heavily.

Tears finally streamed down her face and fell into the stream.

She had never suffered such humiliation in her entire life.

Not only was she caught in the act, but she was also humiliated by his words.

She stood up from the water, her limbs weak, and hastily dried herself with a towel.

When she picked up the garment, she noticed that it still retained the warmth of Yang Guo's hands.

Cheng Ying's fingers trembled as she put on her clothes one by one.

The true energy within the belt meridian was still circulating.

Her body's reaction filled her with shame and indignation; her legs went weak, and she struggled to even stand.

She stood there for a long time, holding onto the stone, before she could regulate her breathing.

Xiangyang.

She repeated those two words in her mind.

We must go to Xiangyang to seek justice from my senior sister and Master Guo.

This was not only to save Wushuang, but also for her own sake.

Cheng Ying picked up her book box and walked back step by step.

When we returned to the camp, the campfire was burning brightly.

Lu Wushuang was leaning on Yang Guo's shoulder, and the two were talking in hushed tones.

Seeing Cheng Ying return, Lu Wushuang sat up straight.

"Cousin, are you done showering? Why did it take you so long?"

Cheng Ying's hair was still wet and stuck to the side of her face.

She glanced at Yang Guo.

Yang Guo was holding a tree branch and was intently poking at the charcoal fire, showing no sign of the horrible mess he had just made downstream.

That's a really convincing act.

Cheng Ying sneered inwardly.

"I was sweating a lot today, so I took a longer shower."

Cheng Ying walked to the fire and sat down, looking at Yang Guo through the firelight.

Yang Guo raised his head and met her gaze.

"Miss Cheng, you didn't bring enough clothes, did you? They're all soaked inside."

"Warm yourself up by the fire, don't catch a cold."

Yang Guo's words sounded concerned, but they were actually full of provocation.

Cheng Ying looked down.

I dressed in such a hurry that I didn't dry myself properly, and my light green shirt was soaked, clinging to my body and leaving some marks.

She quickly pulled her coat tighter to cover herself.

Lu Wushuang, unaware of the undercurrent between the two, handed over a hot pancake.

"Cousin, have something to eat."

Cheng Ying took the cake, but ate it without tasting it.

Late at night.

Lu Wushuang fell asleep in Yang Guo's arms.

She was exhausted from traveling these past few days and slept very soundly.

Cheng Ying leaned against a tree trunk with her eyes closed.

She was afraid to sleep.

Not only because it was a desolate wilderness, but also because a man more dangerous than a wild beast was sitting opposite them.

Yang Guo added a few more pieces of firewood to the campfire and looked up at Cheng Ying.

He knew Cheng Ying wasn't asleep.

Tonight's events were an accident.

He hadn't expected to run into Cheng Ying washing up and changing.

But we ran into them, and that's it.

Now that we have seen it, we should make the most of it.

To deal with a woman like Cheng Ying who is self-important and rule-abiding, you have to gradually peel away her facade and make her get used to the feeling of having her boundaries violated.

This is more effective than using force directly.

Yang Guo pushed aside Lu Wushuang's cloak and stood up.

Cheng Ying's breathing became erratic.

She heard footsteps.

Yang Guo walked up to Cheng Ying and stopped.

Cheng Ying opened her eyes and stared at him warily.

His hand was already on the hilt of his sword.

"What's there to be nervous about?"

Yang Guo squatted down and lowered his voice.

"I've come to collect some interest."

Cheng Ying gripped the hilt of her sword tightly.

"What interest rate?"

Yang Guo reached out and pinched Cheng Ying's chin.

It wasn't very powerful, but it was extremely light and thin.

"Seeing it and not charging a fee? There's no such thing as a free lunch."

"When you get to Xiangyang, don't forget to report this debt to your senior sister as well."

After saying that, Yang Guo released his grip, turned around, and walked back to sit down next to Lu Wushuang.

Cheng Ying touched the spot where he had pinched her; her skin felt hot.

This person is a monster.

He wasn't afraid to go to Xiangyang at all.

He was even waiting to go to Xiangyang.