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

Yang Guo took a half step back, crossed his arms, and looked at her with great interest.

"I brought this specifically for Chief Huang to try on the size. This material is ice silk that I got at a high price; it's very breathable."

Huang Rong frowned.

She extended two fingers and untied the knot of the blue cloth bag.

The cloth bag was opened, revealing a black garment inside.

The fabric of this garment is extremely thin and feels incredibly smooth to the touch.

Huang Rong picked up the clothes, unfolded them, and was completely stunned.

This can hardly be considered proper clothing.

The top was a short-sleeved shirt that clung to her body, with a very low neckline.

The bottom was covered by a piece of fabric, barely enough to cover the buttocks.

The worst part is that both sides of the skirt are slits from the thigh down.

There were also two long black cloth tubes next to it, the material of which was semi-transparent, and it was unclear where they were worn.

Huang Rong had lived for over thirty years and had never seen anything so immoral or scandalous.

This is a hundred times more degrading than the clothing of prostitutes.

One thought in her mind was: what's the difference between wearing this and not wearing anything at all?

She threw her clothes onto the bed.

"Yang Guo! You're using such vulgar language to humiliate me!"

Huang Rong cursed in a low voice, her eyes red with shame and indignation.

"What kind of person do you take me for!"

Yang Guo was not annoyed at all.

He slowly walked to the bedside and picked up the black bodycon dress.

He had long anticipated Huang Rong's reaction.

The more a woman resists, the more she cares.

If she really didn't care, she wouldn't even glance at it a second time.

"How can this be called humiliation? This is called fun."

Yang Guo held the skirt up to Huang Rong's chest to show her.

"Sister Rong, you usually wear those loose-fitting gang leader robes or dignified women's dresses. Those clothes completely cover up your beautiful figure."

"I don't have any other hobbies, I just like to see beautiful women wearing nice clothes."

"To dress a beautiful woman in special clothes is truly a feast for the eyes."

Huang Rong turned her head away, not even glancing at the clothes.

But out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of that thin, translucent black fabric, and the image of herself wearing it involuntarily surfaced in her mind.

The moment the thought popped into her head, she wanted to slap herself.

"Don't even think about it."

"How could I, the dignified leader of the Beggars' Sect, wear something like this? If word got out, how could I face anyone?"

"Get this piece of junk out of here right now, don't make my eyes dirty."

"Dirty? This is brand new ice silkworm silk."

Yang Guo brought the skirt close to Huang Rong's face.

"Feel this fabric; it will be incredibly comfortable to wear."

"This is the backyard of the Xiangyang Marshal's Mansion. There aren't even any sentries around. Besides you and me, who else could see us?"

Yang Guo leaned close to her ear and whispered.

"Besides, Junior Sister Cheng Ying is in that courtyard over there."

"If she knew that her dignified and elegant senior sister was dressed like this in front of me, what do you think she would think?"

Upon hearing Cheng Ying's name, Huang Rong shuddered.

This absurd thrill made her breathing rapid.

The image of Cheng Ying kneeling on the ground to complain flashed through her mind.

The junior sister, who considered herself clever, had no idea that the senior sister she respected had long been having an affair with the man she was trying to get rid of.

If Cheng Ying were to push open the door now and see her holding such lewd clothes, Huang Rong would have no choice but to hang herself with a white silk ribbon.

She hates herself.

He hated himself for feeling a surge of excitement when he heard Cheng Ying's name, not out of fear, but out of a shameful thrill.