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

As dawn broke, the rain outside the dilapidated temple stopped.

Yang Guo was sleeping soundly, with a soft mass in his hand.

This size is incorrect.

Lu Wushuang wasn't that satisfied; he knew Lu Wushuang's background very well.

Yang Guo opened his eyes and lowered his head.

Cheng Ying nestled in his arms.

She huddled under his large cloak, her arms tightly wrapped around his waist, her face pressed against his chest.

His thighs were wrapped around her legs.

The most dangerous thing was that his right hand slipped inside Cheng Ying's open collar.

Cheng Ying's eyelashes trembled slightly.

She woke up.

Her vision cleared, and she saw the man's Adam's apple and chin.

That's Yang Guo.

She found herself pressed against Yang Guo, his body heat radiating through her.

Then, she realized something was wrong.

Cheng Ying's eyes widened, her mouth opened, and a scream was escaping her throat.

Yang Guo's left hand moved with lightning speed, covering her mouth.

The scream turned into a muffled whimper.

Cheng Ying struggled desperately, pushing Yang Guo's shoulders with both hands.

Yang Guo lowered his head, pressed his lips to Cheng Ying's ear, and lowered his voice.

"Don't shout. If you wake Wushuang, we'll all be too embarrassed to show our faces."

This statement is extremely damaging.

Cheng Ying froze, too afraid to move.

Yang Guo was secretly delighted to see her looking like a lamb to the slaughter.

He leaned close to Cheng Ying's ear and continued to speak in a very low voice.

"You were the one who felt cold in the middle of the night and crawled into my cloak. You were the one who clung to my waist and wouldn't let go. Now that you've made a sound, what if Wushuang wakes up and sees you lying in my bed... I'm shameless, I don't care. But you, as her older cousin and a top disciple of Peach Blossom Island, how will you ever hold your head high in front of your younger cousin again?"

Cheng Ying's eyes were red and swirling with tears.

She remembered that it was too cold in the middle of the night, and in her delirium, she moved closer to the heat source and eventually crawled into her cloak.

But how come Yang Guo's hand is there!

She accused Yang Guo with her eyes and tried to pry his right hand out of her clothes.

Yang Guo did not let go.

"It feels so good, even better than Wushuang's." Yang Guo whispered lewdly in her ear.

Cheng Ying was filled with shame and indignation, and she opened her mouth and bit Yang Guo's left hand that was covering her mouth.

Yang Guo didn't dodge, letting her bite him.

"Bite hard. Bite until you draw blood. If Wushuang asks later, I'll say a stray cat crawled into my bed and scratched me in the middle of the night. If you're not afraid of Wushuang finding out, then keep making a scene."

Cheng Ying's teeth loosened.

She was a well-bred young lady who valued propriety. If her cousin found out that she had climbed into her cousin's husband's bed in the middle of the night, she would feel like dying.

Yang Guo was very satisfied with her obedience.

"I'm letting go now, and you're not allowed to make a sound. Blink if you understand."

Cheng Ying blinked twice in humiliation.

Yang Guo slowly released his left hand from her mouth, and pulled his right hand out of her clothes.

Cheng Ying quickly pulled her clothes tighter and stepped out of Yang Guo's arms.

She hurriedly slipped out of the cloak and sat down on the hay next to her.

His hair was disheveled, his clothes were rumpled, and his cheeks were flushed red.

Just then, Lu Wushuang turned over, yawned, and sat up.

Lu Wushuang rubbed her eyes, looked at Yang Guo, and then at Cheng Ying sitting next to her.

The atmosphere inside the dilapidated temple was strange.

Lu Wushuang's gaze fell on Cheng Ying.

Cheng Ying's clothes were wrinkled, her collar was askew, her face was flushed, and even the base of her neck was red.

Yang Guo's cloak was mostly draped over the spot where Cheng Ying had just been lying.

"Cousin, why is your face so red?" Lu Wushuang asked, her tone tinged with suspicion.

Cheng Ying's heart was pounding, her palms were sweaty, and she stammered her reply.

"I just woke up, and I feel a little hot."

"Hot?" Lu Wushuang glanced outside the dilapidated temple. "It rained all night last night, I'm almost frozen, and you still complain about the heat?"

Lu Wushuang turned to look at Yang Guo.

Yang Guo sat up, stretched, and remained calm and composed without blushing or skipping a beat.

"Wife, you don't understand. Your cousin practices internal martial arts. The internal energy cultivation method of Peach Blossom Island emphasizes the circulation of qi and blood. Last night it was so cold, she probably used her internal energy to ward off the cold, and her true qi went astray, which is why her qi and blood are rushing to her head and her face is red and hot."

Yang Guo spoke these words with great seriousness.

Lu Wushuang was half-believing and half-doubting.

"Is that so, cousin?"

Cheng Ying could only follow Yang Guo's lead, nodding through gritted teeth.

"Yes. Brother Yang is right. I used my internal energy to ward off the cold last night, and my true energy was a bit disordered."

Lu Wushuang stared at the cloak for a long time, then reached out and touched the edge of the cloak, where the warmth of Cheng Ying's body still lingered.

"How did my husband's cloak end up with you?"