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

Yang Guo looked at the hand that was resting on his chest.

Her fingers were long and slender, and her nails were neatly trimmed and rounded.

This hand, which had been pointing out the state of affairs and reviewing the military affairs of the Beggars' Sect in the front hall of the general's mansion during the day, was now limply pressed against his chest, and he couldn't even muster the strength to pull it back.

Instead of pushing the hand away, he grabbed Huang Rong's slender wrist with his own.

Huang Rong's wrist tightened, and he pulled her forward, causing her to fall onto the edge of the canopy bed.

The distance between the two instantly closed.

She could smell the masculine energy emanating from Yang Guo, mixed with the unique fragrance of pine and cypress unique to the Quanzhen Sect.

The smell reminded her of those unspeakable nights in the backyard of Zhongnan Mountain, and her stomach felt like it was being squeezed.

"Let go."

Huang Rong lowered her voice, not daring to be too loud, for fear of disturbing Cheng Ying, who had just walked away.

Instead of letting go, Yang Guo pulled her wrist closer to his chest.

His fingers gently caressed Huang Rong's pulse points, and the warmth of the Qiankun Technique from his palm penetrated her skin, causing small goosebumps to rise on Huang Rong's wrist.

Her pulse beat fast and erratically under his fingertips, which pleased Yang Guo greatly.

No matter how tough Huang's words are, his body language doesn't lie.

"Chief Huang, the material of your silk robe is really nice."

Yang Guo brazenly looked her up and down.

"It's just that when you wear it, it covers up all your good figure."

"Especially the neckline, it's covered up so tightly, who are they trying to protect themselves from?"

"With your ample breasts and wide hips, being covered up so tightly is such a waste of your great figure."

Huang Rong's cheeks flushed.

She bit her lip, trying to pull her hand back, but Yang Guo was very strong, and she couldn't break free at all.

What annoyed her even more was that she realized she hadn't used her full strength at all.

She clearly possesses the cultivation level of the early stage of the Innate Realm; if she really wanted to desperately pull her hand away, she might not be unable to break free.

But she didn't use her full strength.

This realization made her even more ashamed and angry.

"You came all this way in the middle of the night just to spout this nonsense to me?"

Huang Rong glared at him, her tone filled with resentment.

"You're getting bolder and bolder. This is the Marshal's Mansion. Brother Jing could come back at any time."

When she invoked Guo Jing's name, it was less of a threat to Yang Guo and more of a reminder to herself not to act recklessly.

"Trying to intimidate me with Guo Jingming?"

Yang Guo chuckled softly.

"He's far away in the main camp outside the city; he has no time to worry about things in the backyard."

"Besides, what will he think if you leave the window open for me in the middle of the night?"

"What nonsense are you spouting! When did I ever leave the door open for you!"

Huang Rong retorted hastily, raising her voice several notches, then quickly covered her mouth, afraid that the sentries outside would hear.

"Didn't you leave the door open?"

"Why is that window half-open? And why have all the sentries in the yard been removed?"

Yang Guo pressed closer and closer.

"Sister Rong, you call me a scoundrel with your mouth, but your actions tell a different story."

"Underneath that silk robe, are you still wearing that pink mismatched undergarment, right?"

"I remember that the strap was very thin; it would break if you pulled it."

Huang Rong blushed deeply when he hit the nail on the head.

She did indeed remove the defenses to make it easier for Yang Guo to enter.

But he exposed her to her face, how could she, as the leader of the gang, put her face?

She cursed herself in her heart: Huang Rong, how could you be so stupid as to not even know how to cover up? If you're going to remove the sentries, at least make sure the window bolts are securely fastened before you do it!

"If you keep spewing nonsense, I'll call someone to arrest you right now."

Huang Rong feigned a threat.

"Go ahead and shout."

Yang Guo was fearless and confident.

"Call my junior sister here, call all the elders of the Beggars' Sect, and let them see how their Chief Huang is having a secret rendezvous with me, the leader of the Quanzhen Sect, in my room."

"I'll tell them then that it was Chief Huang who seduced me."

"You scoundrel!"

Huang Rong was so angry that her chest heaved, causing the collar of her nightgown to sway and reveal large expanses of her fair skin.

Yang Guo took in the sight, his Adam's apple bobbing.

He thought to himself, "This woman looks ten times better when her chest heaves as she curses than when she's not cursing."

No wonder the ancients said that anger gives off grace; they were absolutely right.

He loosened his grip on Huang Rong's wrist and reached into his pocket to pull out a small, square cloth bag.

"I've come to see you because I have something important to discuss."

Yang Guo threw the cloth bag onto the brocade quilt of the canopy bed.

Huang Rong glanced at the inconspicuous blue cloth bag but didn't take it.

She watched Yang Guo warily, afraid that he would play some trick again.

Nine times out of ten, the "serious matters" this person talks about are actually not serious.

"What is this?" Huang Rong asked.

"I had the embroiderers from the Quanzhen Sect's logistics department work through the night to make this set of clothes."