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

Yang Guo grabbed Lu Wushuang's wrist.

This girl has no sense of proportion; if we let her keep causing trouble like this, something terrible is bound to happen.

"If you don't behave, believe me, I'll throw you out of the temple!"

Yang Guo leaned close to Lu Wushuang's ear and whispered fiercely.

Lu Wushuang was not afraid of him at all.

She knew this man too well.

They may say harsh things, but they may not really be willing to give up.

Instead of backing away, she deliberately squeezed closer to him.

"Go ahead and throw it."

"You threw me out so you could save your energy to pamper my cousin, right?"

Lu Wushuang's voice carried a hint of sourness.

"The way you look at her during the day is different."

Yang Guo gasped.

This girl's jealousy is ridiculously high.

Instead of immediately pushing Lu Wushuang away, he reached out and pinched her waist hard.

Caught off guard, Lu Wushuang let out a very soft gasp, and her body went limp.

"You little rascal, you're getting bolder and bolder."

Yang Guo said in a low voice.

"You even dare to mess with your husband, just wait and see how I deal with you later."

"Go ahead and deal with me now."

Lu Wushuang buried her face in Yang Guo's arms, her voice incredibly soft.

Are you feeling unwell? Do you need me to help you?

Yang Guo remained silent.

He was indeed being driven crazy by her.

Lu Wushuang was restless in front of him, and a hot body was pressed against him from behind.

Cheng Ying heard it all clearly from behind.

She was facing away from Yang Guo, but her back was almost completely pressed against his body.

Just now, Yang Guo was startled by Lu Wushuang's antics, and his body suddenly stiffened, causing him to bump solidly into her.

The force of that blow was considerable, completely arousing the already restless true energy of the Qiankun Technique within her body.

Cheng Ying bit her lip, desperately suppressing the sound in her throat.

She wanted to move outwards.

She wanted to leave this man.

But she had absolutely no strength left in her body.

The heat from the Baliao acupoints climbed up her spine, making her bones feel weak and tingly.

But as soon as she was slightly away from Yang Guo, the cold wind outside felt like knives cutting into her skin.

Only by sticking close to Yang Guo.

Only by relying on this heat source.

Only then could she find a little comfort.

Yang Guo's back was broad and burning hot.

Cheng Ying's face was pressed against his shoulder blade.

With each breath Yang Guo took, she was enveloped in that warmth.

Lu Wushuang, still not behaving herself, was ahead of them.

In an attempt to provoke Yang Guo, she would move closer and then back away.

Yang Guo was so disturbed by her that his body couldn't help but sway.

His sudden movement caused great suffering for Cheng Ying behind him.

Yang Guo pressed down on Lu Wushuang's hand.

This time, he didn't indulge her.

He simply pried her fingers apart one by one.

"Stop fooling around."

Yang Guo lowered his voice, his tone carrying a warning.

Lu Wushuang was unconvinced and tried to lean forward further.

Yang Guo reached out and pinched her waist again.

"Do you really want to cause trouble here?"

Yang Guo whispered in her ear.

"If you're not afraid of your cousin overhearing, I don't care."

"Go explain to her yourself tomorrow morning."

Lu Wushuang subconsciously looked behind her.

Cheng Ying was lying there.

No matter how bold she was, she couldn't bring herself to continue acting recklessly in front of her cousin.

She pouted and reluctantly withdrew her hand.

"You're just being biased."

Lu Wushuang muttered to herself.

"sleep."

"We have to cross the mountain tomorrow."

Yang Guo patted her on the shoulder.

Lu Wushuang was indeed tired after a day of fussing and turning.

She leaned against Yang Guo's chest, found a comfortable position, and closed her eyes.

Before long, her breathing gradually calmed down.

Yang Guo did not move.

He knew Cheng Ying wasn't asleep.

He has a very good understanding of women's thoughts.

A woman like Cheng Ying grew up on Peach Blossom Island, where she learned manners and valued propriety.

If you really do something reckless in front of her, she'll fight you to the death, even if it kills her.

Yang Guo didn't want to push people too far.

What he wanted was for Cheng Ying to willingly submit.

There's been enough of a shock today.

I felt the bones during the day.

That evening, I let her listen to the noise for a long time.

The heat is just right.

If we continue down this path, we'll have to simmer it slowly.

Yang Guo closed his eyes, adjusted his breathing, and fell asleep as well.

Cheng Ying lay down behind Yang Guo.

She heard Yang Guo stop Lu Wushuang.

The commotion in front finally stopped.

Cheng Ying let out a long breath.

She was genuinely afraid that Yang Guo would act recklessly and do something reckless in this dilapidated temple.

If that were the case, she would even want to die.

Now everything is quiet.

Only the sounds of the wind and rain remained outside.

Cheng Ying relaxed her body.

Only when she relaxed did she realize how uncomfortable she was.

Her undergarments were already soaked through.

The sweat from the daytime and the cold sweat from just now all mixed together, making my clothes stick tightly to my skin.

The dilapidated temple was drafty on all sides.

The cold wind of midnight seeped in through the cracks in the door and hit Cheng Ying's back directly.

She was shivering from the cold.

She curled her legs up and hugged her arms to her chest, trying to ward off the cold outside.

But it's no use.

A cold wind lashed against her back.

Her teeth started chattering, making a soft, crackling sound.

She dared not make any loud noise, so she bit her lower lip tightly and swallowed the sound.

Time passed little by little.

The embers in the fire went out completely.

The temperature inside the dilapidated temple had also dropped to its lowest point.

Cheng Ying's consciousness began to blur.

She is so tired.

My mind was tense all day, and my body was suffering from the double torment of internal energy and cold wind.

When a person is in extreme cold, their body will instinctively seek out a heat source.

In front of Cheng Ying was a huge heat source.

Yang Guo lay there.

He practiced the Nine Yin Manual and the Qiankun Technique, and his qi and blood were abundant.

He was like a furnace, constantly radiating heat.

In her half-awake state, Cheng Ying felt the heat.

Her body moved forward uncontrollably.

It started as just an inch.

Then another inch.

She just wanted to get a little closer.

I just want to borrow a little warmth to warm my frozen body.

Unbeknownst to her, Cheng Ying had already pressed herself against Yang Guo's back.

She buried her face in Yang Guo's back.

The man's body heat seeped through her clothes, which slightly lessened her trembling.

But that's not enough.

The wind was incredibly strong inside the dilapidated temple.

Cheng Ying was so cold she couldn't stand it.

She groggily reached out, trying to grab something to cover herself.

She touched Yang Guo's cloak.

Cheng Ying grabbed a corner of the cloak and pulled it forcefully toward herself.

It can't be pulled.

The cloak was pressed down on Yang Guo's body.

Cheng Ying was so cold that she couldn't care less about anything else.

She lifted the edge of her cloak and slipped inside.

It was indeed warm inside.

Cheng Ying couldn't help but let out a soft sigh.

She huddled under the cloak, hugging something warm and sturdy.

That's Yang Guo's arm.

In the middle of the night.

Yang Guo was fast asleep.

He suddenly felt a chill creep into his arms.

Something pressed against his chest.

It's cold.

Yang Guo did not open his eyes.

His consciousness was still in a state between dreaming and waking.

He thought it was Lu Wushuang.

This girl has never been a good sleeper; she likes to kick off the covers.

When she gets cold, she snuggles into his arms.

Yang Guo turned over to face the figure that had slipped in.

He opened his arms and pulled the person into his embrace.

To help them warm up faster, he pulled the cloak closer to both of them.

The person in his arms, enveloped by the warmth, gradually softened and pressed themselves even closer to him.

Yang Guo instinctively reached out and placed his hand over.

He had been sleeping with Lu Wushuang for several days and had long since gotten used to this position.

While he was half asleep, he didn't think much of it. He just felt that the person in his arms was very cold, so he hugged the person even tighter.