Chapter 087: The Girl from the Village, 087, 087, 087 – Ruins My Good Day, 087 – Ruins My Good Day "Lu Yun, I’ll be waiting for you outside the school in the small forest after lunch. This is the text content of Chapter 087 of 'The Village Beauty.'" As they walked, Liang Hongyu suddenly stopped, turned around, and said to Lu Yun. Lu Yun was taken aback—was she really going to make a bold move, offering her body right in the open during the day, so boldly and so proudly? Evil never tires; seductive charm has always been timeless! While Lu Yun was daydreaming, Liang Hongyu had already walked far ahead, her slender, graceful silhouette gradually fading from his sight. "Such a girl—truly a beauty who can drive a man mad, huh!" Lu Yun gave a sly smile, waved his left arm, and turned to head toward Iron Heart Lan’s office. Too painful now—better go find some medicine first. When Lu Yun walked into Tie Xinlan's office, Tie Xinlan immediately noticed the unusual condition of Lu Yun's left arm and furrowed her brow, asking, "Little color-wolf, have you been fighting again?" Lu Yun hung his head, helpless, and said, "It wasn't me who started it—it was they who provoked me, so the fight broke out. Xinlan姐, my arm hurts badly. Could you please get me some medicine to apply?" Tie Xinlan was both angry and sympathetic, looking at Lu Yun's swollen arm, which looked as if it had been inflated like a calf's leg, and snapped, "Do you even feel the pain? You promised me something—how quickly you've forgotten it! I taught you martial arts, I taught you martial arts, and now you're going out and fighting?" While scolding him, she opened her drawer and took out a bottle of medicine. Lu Yun approached, speaking softly and apologetically, "Xinlan姐, I know I'm wrong. But they keep calling me a wild child, and I couldn't hold back—I ended up fighting them all by myself. I took on three of them, knocked two down, and sent one running. Isn't that Tie Xinlan was taken aback. She knew about Lu Yun's background—he had always been called a wild child—and she was certain he must have been deeply affected. While gently applying medicine to his arm, she sighed, "You're such a child. What should I say to you? Just be more careful from now on." Upon seeing Tie Xinlan no longer angry, her smooth fingers gently gliding over his arm, Lu Yun felt a growing tingling and warmth spreading through him. "Xinlan姐, I'm not a child anymore. I'm a man now," he said, tightening his fists, and his arm muscles immediately stood out. Tie Xinlan found herself laughing, yet kept her expression stern, coldly glancing at him. "From now on, you're not to come to me again after being hit. Just see you and you'll be furious." "But as soon as I don't see you, I start thinking about you constantly. Xinlan姐, could you please just return to your original self?" As Lu Yun thought of Tie Xinlan's beauty—more radiant than even the nine-heaven immortals—he suddenly found his breathing growing heavy, and a part of his body immediately entering full combat mode. "No After Lu Yun had left, Tie Xinlan resumed her appearance as a young wife. Now seeing Lu Yun breathing heavily, with his body clearly swelling out, having set up a small tent and his eyes lingering over her lofty mountain range, she knew something wasn't right in his heart. She spat out, "Little color-loving wolf—always so restless, never satisfied. If you keep this up, you might just lose your strength and end up a living eunuch." Lu Yun chuckled, "I'm born with a special gift, so I won't fall short as you say. In fact, I've noticed that I've grown even more capable lately—perhaps it's thanks to your constant nurturing." "Well, you little color-loving wolf, dare to tease me like this? Do you think you'll be able to bounce on my bed again?" Tie Xinlan blushed, firmly pinching the arm of Lu Yun that was slightly injured. "Oh, Xinlan sister, you're so cruel! You're trying to kill your own husband, aren't you?" "I told you to say it. I told you to say it." Tie Xinlan had evenly applied the medicine to Lu Yun's injured arm. Upon hearing his words, her heart stirred, and she gently pinched him again. With a childlike demeanor, she played and teased with Lu Yun, her expression light and relaxed—seeming to fully unwind and return to her youthful, beautiful self only in his presence. After a while of playful banter, Lu Yun attempted something more intimate, but Tie Xinlan swiftly intercepted him, gasping, "Right now it's not possible. Your arm is severely injured; if you don't take proper care of it, it will take a long time to heal." "But I can't hold back anymore, Tie Xinlan! Please, just this once, show me a little mercy! I've begged you already—I've even knelt down and bowed—please, Lady Immortal, show your kindness and help me calm down!" Lu Yun, like a persistent clingy lover, pleaded with such heartfelt appeal. "No," Tie Xinlan replied, sitting firmly in her chair, and firmly declined. Lu Yun, seeing that he couldn't make headway, stepped swiftly onto the legs of Iron-Xin-Lan, extending his right hand to grasp the chair back tightly, and pressed his entire body against hers. "Ah! What are you doing, little color-loving wolf?" Iron-Xin-Lan murmured in surprise, her body pressed firmly against Lu Yun's, barely able to breathe. The solid, firm member pressing against her abdomen caused her to tremble immediately, and she gasped, "Little color-loving wolf, truly, I can't take it anymore! Get up, or I'll be furious!" Lu Yun, having maneuvered himself into position, wasn't about to give up easily. The warmth and softness radiating from the two snow peaks urged him to ignore the pain in his left arm, and he gently stroked her. Then he leaned his head against the snow-white neck of Iron-Xin-Lan, softly kissing her. "Little color-loving wolf," Iron-Xin-Lan panted, instinctively trying to push Lu Yun away, yet afraid of touching his injured arm, so she only protested. "Your protest is无效!" Lu Yun murmured softly, now attacking Tie Xinlan's sensitive body with even greater intensity. It wasn't the first time this had happened—why did her body still react so sensitively? A deep, tingling sensation that reached her bones caused Tie Xinlan to set aside her only concern. Her hands unconsciously wrapped around Lu Yun as she tilted her head slightly, allowing Lu Yun to gently kiss and caress her smooth, fair skin. She breathed out soft, delicate sighs: "Little color-loving wolf, you're truly my destiny's nemesis—always clinging to me, day after day. I'm so tired of it!" Her sweet, tender words acted like a powerful aphrodisiac, striking Lu Yun's already excited nerves. Gasping with breath, she asked, "Xinlan, do you not like this way of mine?" "Little color-loving wolf, you... you're absolutely dreadful! I most certainly don't like being treated this way." Though Tie Xinlan spoke firmly, her body betrayed her. Lu Yun leaned close to her ear, smiling mischievously, "Still saying you don't like it? Your streams of warmth have already overflowed." Tie Xinlan suddenly gasped, only then realizing that a hand had sneakily slipped into her skirt. Her face flushed instantly, and she bit gently at the shoulder of Lu Yun: "You meanie! You knew it, yet you still ask—clearly, you're deliberately taking advantage of me!" No longer resisting, she eagerly responded to Lu Yun's advances. Just as they were about to truly engage, a shy male voice suddenly rang out from outside the room: "Is Miss Tie here? I have something to discuss with you." Oh my goodness! ... Rural Beauty 087, 087—my good luck, the scene I was building has just been ruined!