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

Yang Guo noticed her wavering.

He pulled the collar of the silk nightgown outwards, revealing Huang Rong's pink mandarin duck bodice underneath.

The edge of the bodice clung to her full curves, making people envious.

"Take it off and put mine on."

Yang Guo spoke calmly.

"Just wear it once, let me see it for myself."

Huang Rong raised her hand to protect her chest.

"I won't wear it."

She was still putting up a last-ditch effort.

"If you really want to see, go to the Hundred Flowers Pavilion and find those girls; most of them will be willing to dress up for you."

As she said this, a pang of sadness welled up inside her.

She was unwilling to admit it, but she was indeed jealous of those courtesans she had never met.

That bastard, I wonder how many women he's ruined outside.

"None of the girls at the Hundred Flowers Pavilion have a figure as good as Chief Huang's."

Yang Guo sighed.

"Since Chief Huang won't give me face, I'll go find Cheng Ying in the front yard now."

"The true energy I left in her dantian has other wonderful uses. I'll go teach her how to neutralize it."

Yang Guo made a gesture as if to turn around.

"Cheng Ying is young and beautiful; perhaps she would be willing to try on this dress."

Huang Rong became anxious.

She grabbed Yang Guo's sleeve.

"You dare go!"

She called out urgently.

Cheng Ying has a fiery temper. If Yang Guo really dared to flirt with her, it would definitely lead to someone's death.

The moment the words left her mouth, Huang Rong regretted them.

She grabbed it so fast that she didn't even have time to react.

This is clearly a reaction of jealousy, and has absolutely nothing to do with worrying about Cheng Ying's safety.

Yang Guo must have figured it out too.

Yang Guo stopped and turned to look at her, a smile he couldn't hide.

Sure enough, provoking Huang Rong with other women always worked.

This woman is great in every way, except she's incredibly jealous.

But he likes it.

The more jealous you are, the more you care.

"So, are you going to wear it or not?"

Huang Rong looked at the black tight-fitting dress, and then at Yang Guo's nonchalant face.

She knew she had no way to deal with this person.

From that bathtub on Peach Blossom Island, she was completely under this man's control.

He always found a way to exploit her weaknesses.

She mentally cursed Yang Guo's ancestors for eighteen generations.

But after she finished yelling, she realized that her hand was still gripping his sleeve tightly.

She gritted her teeth and let go.

His eyes were filled with grievance and helplessness.

"Turn around."

Huang Rong's voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz.

"No peeking."

When she said those words, her ears were burning so badly they could fry an egg on them.

She, Huang Rong, daughter of the Peach Blossom Island Master, leader of the Beggars' Sect, and a world-renowned female strategist, actually agreed to let a junior wear such an indecent outfit.

If her father, Huang Yaoshi, found out, he'd probably flatten Zhongnan Mountain.

"I won't switch; I'm going to watch you switch."

Yang Guo pulled over a round stool, sat down directly in front of the bed, spread his legs, and adopted a posture of watching a show.

"Boss Huang, we're all adults. We've done what we were supposed to do. What are you afraid of me seeing?"

Huang Rong was so angry she wanted to hit someone, but she dared not make a sound.

She could only turn her back and, with trembling hands, try to untie the belt of her nightgown.

My fingers wouldn't obey me at all; it took me three tries to untie a simple slipknot.

She didn't know why she was trembling.

Whether it was anger or something else, she dared not think about it too much.

Her silk robe slipped to the floor, revealing her mature and voluptuous back.

The pink mandarin duck-patterned bodice was tied only with two red silk ribbons around the back of the neck and waist.

She could feel the burning gaze behind her, moving down from her shoulder blades to her lower back, and then down her hips.

The feeling of being stared at made the hairs on her body stand on end, and a layer of fine goosebumps rose on her skin.

Huang Rong put her hands behind her back and untied the knot at her waist.

The red ribbon slipped off.

The pink bib fell to her feet.