Rural Beauty 102, Scene 102: Stuffed with Cotton, Scene 102: Stuffed with Cotton, Scene 102: Stuffed with Cotton. In the quiet grove, doing good deeds—though the good deeds may not always go smoothly. This content is the textual narrative of Chapter 102 of Rural Beauty. Transformed into a flying bird, the bird soars through clouds, entering the lush grassy thicket. Deep within the thicket, it plucks grass stems and arranges them into a warm nest. Within this warm nest, golden beads and dewdrops gently nourish the bird’s heart! As for the quiet grove—let’s put that off for now and enjoy a little refreshment first. Ling Hongyu’s persistent appeals reach Land Yun’s ears, sparking a playful spirit. With her hands, she pushes through the protective layers, her palm entering the cotton ball, fingers gently cradling and kneading a cotton seed. “Ahh!” An unprecedented intrusion strikes her—Ling Hongyu gasps, arching her body sharply, fingers gripping Land Yun’s arm, her slender nails nearly pressing into the muscle. The softness of the cotton balls, the firmness of the cotton seeds, reminded Lu Yun of a song—not quite a melody—whispered gently into Liang Hongyu’s overheated, enchanted ears: “Pressing cotton, pressing cotton, Half a catty of cotton pressed into eight liang eight. Little cotton pressed into big cotton, When cotton is well pressed, the young lady will marry. Pressing cotton, pressing cotton, Half a catty of cotton pressed into eight liang eight. Cotton balls pressed into big wave-dancers, When wave-dancers are well pressed, the young lady will marry… …Pressing cotton, pressing cotton, Half a catty of cotton pressed into eight liang eight, Little girls pressed into charming women, When charming women are well pressed, the young lady will marry… Ah-oh-lee, ya-lee, ah-oh-lee ya-lee, When charming women are well pressed, the young lady will marry…” "Without waiting for Liang Hongyu to reply, she picked up her song again. 'Stretching cotton yarn, stretching cotton yarn—my cotton is the most solid, the most well-pressed. It's warm, comfortable, smooth and pleasant—just a light touch to stretch a whole bed's worth of cotton. Oh-oh-oh, ya-ya, oh-oh-oh ya-ya. Just a light touch to stretch a whole bed's worth of cotton. And it never costs much... Stretching cotton, stretching cotton—stretching cotton is just like playing the guitar. There are strings and a handle, just like a guitar; the tone produced is exactly the same—no difference at all... Stretching cotton, stretching cotton—stretching cotton is just like playing the guitar. There are strings and a handle, just like a guitar; both require skill and technique, both emphasize the way of doing it...' As she spoke of skill and technique, her fingers lightly plucked at the small cotton seeds, full of grace and ease. Then she hummed the final line: 'Oh-oh-oh, ya-ya, oh-oh-oh ya-ya. Otherwise, it would slide and slide on the "Lu Yun, you—you're singing something here, what is it? I—I don't understand a single word." Lu Yun felt a bit frustrated after finishing his song; the lyrics seemed neither particularly elegant nor cozy. "Hehe, it's completely normal not to understand, actually. This term describes two lovers embracing each other—men holding the two cotton balls on the woman's chest, just like plucking cotton or strumming a guitar—so fresh, so delightful!" Upon hearing Liang Hongyu's explanation, Lu Yun thought quickly, and naturally came up with this creative interpretation. The image of cotton balls struck Liang Hongyu suddenly—she was momentarily stunned. But as Lu Yun continued, she finally grasped exactly what he meant. Oh, Lu Yun, you really compare my chest to two cotton balls—how utterly embarrassing! "Kiss me, Lu Yun, kiss me right now," Liang Hongyu turned her head, her delicate tongue gently tracing the edge of her lips, radiating irresistible allure. The young lady was flushed with springtime passion, and Lu Yun naturally wouldn't miss this opportunity—rarely had she been so proactive! If he missed it now, wouldn't that make him a complete fool? As Lu Yun gently met her lips, his own suddenly felt a sharp pain—he gasped, pulling away from her tender mouth. "Little rascal! You dared call my breasts cotton balls—this is your first punishment," said Liang Hongyu, triumphant. You dare bite me? Watch me deal with you! Lu Yun licked the lips almost torn by the bite, chuckled with a mischievous smile, and gradually increased his grip—from one to two cotton balls—launching a full assault. Under the pressure of his fingers, the soft cotton balls had now stiffened, firm as stone. Liang Hongyu gasped softly, breathless, never expecting Lu Yun to be so unbearable. Just as her inner warmth had settled down, it surged anew. The dense, secluded valley, once still, now flowed with a steady stream of clear water. Her thighs rubbed against each other, and she longed for Lu Yun’s sturdy, powerful member to plunge deeply into her, to finally still the constant flow and the tingling sensation. A soft, barely audible sound suddenly broke the silence... Just as Lu Yun was fully engaged and Liang Hongyu was at a loss, the classroom door swung open without a sound. A graceful figure stepped in silently, then quickly closed the door, standing there to watch Lu Yun and Liang Hongyu passionately embracing. "Lu Yun, I can't take it anymore—I'm absolutely overwhelmed. It feels like something is about to burst out from here..." Liang Hongyu's body thrashed wildly, her head bobbing erratically. Suddenly spotting the figure standing at the doorway, she gasped, "Yang Teacher!" With an unexpected surge of strength, she pushed herself up, instantly leaving Lu Yun's arms. "Little Zhu, what's wrong? Who's Yang Teacher? It's not even time for class yet—how could she be here..." Before Lu Yun could finish speaking, he too noticed the figure at the door, startled, and quickly rose to his feet, calling out, "Yang Teacher." The figure at the doorway was Yang Yanping, a renowned and beloved teacher throughout the school. The first class in the afternoon was originally hers, but when she arrived a bit early, she was surprised to see two students engaged in something intimate in the classroom. "Lu Yun, Liang Hongyu, what are you two doing?" Yang Yanping asked deliberately, knowing full well that by simply watching, she herself had grown warm all over. With years of experience, she had never been so physically affected by such a moment. "Um... nothing really," Liang Hongyu lowered her head, her voice barely audible. After the initial shock, Lu Yun had calmed down and spoke softly, "Ms. Yang, the class president has a severe itch on her back and can't reach it herself. I've been gently scratching it for her—there's nothing else." "Ah, that's perfect. I actually have something I'd like you to help me with. Come with me to my office, will you?" Yang Yanping looked at Lu Yun with a mixture of amusement and mildness, then turned and walked out of the classroom, clearly not concerned about whether he would lose his composure halfway. "Lu Yun, you..." "Little Yu, don't worry— I'll be fine." Lu Yun smiled warmly, kissed the rosy cheeks of Liang Hongyu, and then followed Yang Yanping's figure. ... Rural Beauty 102, 102 – Updated!