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

The woodshed was very quiet.

Lu Wushuang leaned on Yang Guo's left shoulder, her breathing becoming long and even.

She had been running for most of the night and was completely exhausted.

Yang Guo leaned against the wall, his right hand still under the tattered sack.

Cheng Ying was completely naked, with only a tattered outer garment draped over her chest.

She was curled up in the haystack, with her back to Lu Wushuang.

Yang Guo's fingers stopped at her waist.

The skin temperature there was very high, and a thin layer of sweat seeped under the fingertips.

Cheng Ying dared not move.

Lu Wushuang was only half a foot away, her breathing rising and falling clearly. If she made the slightest sound, Lu Wushuang might open her eyes at any moment.

Yang Guo's fingers moved down half an inch along her waistline.

Cheng Ying bit her lower lip, holding her breath.

The hand remained on her inner thigh, making no further move, simply placing its palm there.

His palms were very warm, and the lingering effects of the Qiankun Technique were still present, seeping into her skin little by little.

Cheng Ying's eyes reddened.

She had never suffered such humiliation in her entire life.

On Peach Blossom Island, Huang Yaoshi, though eccentric, raised her as if she were his own daughter.

She was Huang Yaoshi's last disciple, proficient in all the arts, including music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. Although her martial arts skills were not top-notch, they were enough to protect her.

What now?

In a dilapidated woodshed, she was held in the palm of the hand by the man she had saved, and she didn't even dare to scream.

She tried to push that hand away.

Yang Guo suddenly spoke.

"Wushuang, are you fast asleep?"

The voice rang out right above Cheng Ying's head.

Lu Wushuang groaned and rubbed her head against Yang Guo's shoulder twice, but didn't wake up.

Cheng Yinggang's raised hand froze in mid-air before slowly lowering it again.

Yang Guo lowered his head, his gaze falling on the edge of the sack.

"Miss Cheng, are you cold?"

There was no sound from under the burlap sack.

Yang Guo pinched his thigh.

Cheng Ying couldn't hold back any longer, letting out a soft gasp from her nose in pain. She simply couldn't take it anymore.

"I'm not cold," she replied in a very low, hoarse voice.

Yang Guo smiled.

The laughter was kept very low, only he and the person under the sack could hear it.

"It's good that you're not cold. You used up so much of your inner energy to save me, and you're weak now. If you catch a cold, it will be a big problem."

As he spoke, his hand slid up half an inch.

Cheng Ying tensed up, trying to stop it.

Yang Guo did not insist.

This kind of teasing, neither too direct nor too indirect, is more torturous than any direct action.

Cheng Ying closed her eyes tightly and cursed Yang Guo's ancestors for eighteen generations in her mind.

This man is a complete scoundrel.

In order to save her life and to gain the upper hand in the relationship, she offered herself to him.

Instead of gaining official recognition, she became meat on his chopping block.

Time passes slowly.

The drumbeats sounded four times, and the sky outside the broken roof began to lighten. Grayish-blue light leaked in through the holes and fell on the tips of the dry grass.

Yang Guo finally withdrew his hand.

Cheng Ying let out a long breath.

He collapsed onto the hay, his back soaked in sweat, even the layer of hay under the burlap sack was damp with sweat.

Yang Guo patted Lu Wushuang's face.

"Wushuang, wake up. It's dawn."

Lu Wushuang rubbed her eyes and sat up, yawning. She saw that Yang Guo was already sitting up straight, full of energy, completely different from the blood-covered man leaning against the wall last night.

"Husband, are you fully recovered?"

Yang Guo stood up and stretched his limbs.

The red and black primordial energy bead in the dantian spun extremely steadily. The two streams of true energy no longer clashed, but instead alternated and attracted each other.

He tried to circulate his internal energy for half a small cycle, without any stagnation along the way.

Not only is healed, but his internal energy is even more abundant than before the injury. The walls of his meridians have been cleansed by the circulation of the Qiankun Technique, and their toughness and capacity have both increased.

"Alright. Let's go, out of the city."

Lu Wushuang turned to look at the sack next to her.

"Is my cousin awake?"

Yang Guo walked to the sack and kicked the dry grass on the ground with his toe.

"Miss Cheng, it's dawn, time to set off."

The sack was opened.

Cheng Ying sat up from inside.

She wrapped the tattered outer garment tightly around her body, covering her vital parts, one hand gripping the collar, the veins on the back of her hand faintly visible.

Her hair was messy, and there were dried tear stains at the corners of her eyes.

Lu Wushuang felt a tightness in her throat when she saw her like this.

"Cousin, you've suffered so much trying to save your husband. Even your clothes are ruined like this."

Cheng Ying glanced at Yang Guo.

Yang Guo remained unfazed.

"When I was expelling the poison last night, my internal energy surged so violently that it tore my clothes. Once we're out of the city, I'll buy you a few sets of fine silk clothes to make up for it."

Cheng Ying gritted her teeth and stood up. As soon as she straightened up, her legs gave way. She had to grab the pile of firewood to keep from falling. Her lower back and inner thighs ached terribly, and she cramped with every step.

Yang Guo took a step forward and put one arm around her waist.

"Miss Cheng is weak, let me help you."

His palm rested precisely on the softest spot on her waist. His fingers were slightly tightened, the pressure neither too light nor too heavy, just enough to prevent her from breaking free but not enough to cause her to cry out in pain.

Cheng Ying struggled for a moment.

Yang Guo tightened his grip, pulling half of her body into his arms.

"Don't push yourself. You don't even have the strength to walk. What if you fall?"

Lu Wushuang nodded repeatedly from the side.

"Cousin, let your husband help you. He's strong. You exhausted yourself helping him expel the poison last night."

Cheng Ying was speechless. She could only let Yang Guo hold her as they limped out.

The three left the abandoned courtyard, walked through several alleys, and arrived at the main street.

Tongguan City was already bustling with activity early in the morning.

Shops open, vendors call out.

Steam rose from the steamer baskets of the bun vendors, while the sound of the blacksmith's hammer could be heard two streets away.

There were no signs of an assassination attempt on the streets last night, but there were twice as many soldiers patrolling as usual.

They stood in groups of three or five at the street corner, their hands on the hilts of their knives, scrutinizing everyone they met.