Chapter 03, Scene 03: Lu Xiaoying's Declaration The wide forest trail had finally come to an end, and Lu Xiaoying finally stopped, speaking, "Why are you following me?" Lu Yun thought—aren't you asking me something I already know?—yet kept a cheerful tone, saying, "You're the well-known campus beauty here. In this dark, dense place, without a guardian like you, who knows what might happen?" "Go," Lu Xiaoying snapped, settling down with a full heart, and casually picking up a dry branch to scribble aimlessly on the ground. "Lu Yun, have you ever liked me?" Lu Yun's mind buzzed like thunder, as if struck by a lightning bolt, and it took him a while to recover. He stammered, "S... S... Xiaoying, w... what did you just say?" Lu Xiaoying set aside her youthful demeanor and said with irritation, "Are you deaf? I asked you—do you like me?" Lu Yun knew his own strengths and weaknesses, and was surprised to ask, "Xiaoying, what's going on? Why are you asking this? You've always been my superior—my boss—since we started. I've loved you and hated you at the same time..." "Who asked you this?" Xiaoying exclaimed, annoyed. "I'm asking you—have you truly loved me from the depths of your heart, like two lovers on television?" Hmm... Is that a declaration of love? Lu Yun said carefully, "Xiaoying, even if I like you, I'm too afraid to say so. Your father has strong reservations about me." Seriously, if I show up at your doorstep with a clumsy, awkward charm, I wouldn't even know how I'd die when I get home. —Love's Chamber— —Love's Chamber— kankankan8 "I don't care—as long as you like me, then your father will have to listen to me." "Lu Xiaoying cooed softly, "I just want to know—one thing. Have you ever truly liked me?" A thirteen-year-old boy, already stirred by youthful feelings, now blessed with such a chance! Lü Xiaoying’s breath grew rapid with bashfulness. "Xiaoying, I love you—I..." —Love Chamber—Read—Love Chamber—kankankan8 Lü Yun tore at Lü Xiaoying’s clothes with frantic energy, his suppressed desire surging once more. "Cloud, please stop!" Lü Xiaoying timely intervened, her lips slightly parted, exuding a delicate fragrance. "Cloud, you can’t treat me like you treated your third aunt—kiss me..." Wow! It seemed the young lady truly knew about her and the third aunt’s story. A beauty’s command—no one dares to disobey. Lü Yun skillfully kissed Lü Xiaoying’s thin, delicate lips—skills honed by her third aunt now proving invaluable. The kiss was so intense it seemed to dim the heavens and the sun, lasting until Lü Xiaoying nearly suffocated before he had to pause. "Xiaoying, you truly resemble the Fragrant Consort from television—every part of you radiates a captivating fragrance." Lu Yun gently bit down on Lu Xiaoying’s earlobe, her right hand slowly sliding toward her… Lu Xiaoying, tasting the sweetness of love for the first time, had already lost herself, softly responding, only to suddenly realize that the newly developed, delicate part of her body was firmly grasped by a large hand. Her dazed mind instantly cleared, and she pushed Lu Yun firmly, saying, “Lu Yun, you… you can’t treat me like this.” “Lu Yun, you’ve been spoiled by your third aunt,” Lu Xiaoying stammered, hastily smoothing the clothes that Lu Yun had lifted up, her voice soft and steady. “Cloud, from now on, you may only be with me—never touch any other woman, not even your third aunt.” Lu Yun, seeing that the little matter with her third aunt was now no longer hidden, had to smile and say, “Xiaoying, I’ve never known who my real parents were since childhood. When Lu Feng’s father brought me in a few years ago, he passed away. Fortunately, my third uncle took me in and cared for me, which allowed me to grow up.” - The Love Quarters -reads- The Love Quarters -kankankan8 You must know our village seems to have suffered some kind of curse—men simply can't perform in that regard. Uncle San is ten years older than Aunt San, and he's long since unable to satisfy her. Yet Aunt San has always been reluctant to admit it, just like many other women in the village who secretly maintain relationships with men other than their husbands. So, as I grew up, our connection naturally developed. But Aunt San has only a physical need for me; I, on the other hand, genuinely love you." Lu Xiaoying nodded politely and sighed, "In fact, I've known about your relationship with Aunt San for a long time. My father isn't exactly faithful—my mother has argued with him on several occasions over this. Don't let me down and become too romantic, or I'll regret my feelings all the way." Lu Yun kissed the top of Lu Xiaoying's head and softly said, "In my heart, there is only you—where could anyone else fit?" Though his words were graceful, his hands were uncooperative, like a eel trying to slip into her clothes. Xiaoying, a shy young woman, found it hard to bear this close contact and gently gasped, "Please, please don't do this—what if others see?" Lu Yun, already a seasoned soldier on the battlefield, reacted instantly. As his hands approached the peak of her body, he felt a sudden jolt—like being electrified—awakening her awareness. Her blush spread as bright as the morning sunrise. At the same time, she covered his hands with her own. "Hm... Yun, you... you just... hm." For the first time, Xiaoying, unconsciously, embraced this gentle invasion, savoring the delightful moment. Lu Yun now could hardly control himself, relentlessly advancing. "Xiaoying, I... I need you—truly, I need you," he murmured, his passion overwhelming, as though a strange beast deep within him was constantly stirring and provoking him. “Lu Yun, you... you're treating me unfairly... woe is me...” Lu Xiaoying suddenly broke into tears. Her bashfulness caused her to quickly raise her short skirt to her waist as she stood before Lu Yun, stunned. “Xiaoying, I...” Lu Yun’s passionate desire instantly cooled down. Gazing at the breathtakingly beautiful face, streaked with tears, he stammered, “Xiaoying, you’re so beautiful. I couldn’t help myself. Don’t be angry. I promise I’ll never do it again.” “Lu Yun, if you truly love me, when I turn eighteen, you must send a matchmaker to propose to me. Only at the moment when we enter the bridal chamber will my body truly belong to you.” With these words, Lu Xiaoying pushed Lu Yun aside and quickly rose, racing toward the forest outside. Lu Yun was utterly frustrated—wasn’t this just a deliberate way of tormenting his youthful heart? The car had stalled halfway through the journey—what a miserable experience. Picked up the ice stick that had been dropped on the ground, held it tightly against her chest—she was practically boiling, so she needed to cool down first… To our readers: Those with bricks, please give us a few hits—energy, energy! Village Beauty 03, update of Lu Xiaoying's confession complete!