The Country Beauty 103, 103 – Special Mist 103 – Special Mist 103 – Special Mist. Singing off-key, flower girl, and here comes the content of the Country Beauty 103 chapter. As for me, I'm just plain awkward—how could I be so humble? Where can I find a bit of good fortune? Unless the flower girl gets mushroom poisoning and slips off the bed—slips off the bed! The mistress will be a widow! One more delay, and it's another. I'm done for! Oh my goodness, singing a few off-key songs not only failed to win over Liang Hongyu's heart, but actually summoned Yang Yanping—the very wind of romance—now we're at a complete loss! Lu Yun follows Yang Yanping closely, his heart pounding. In broad daylight, openly doing it in the classroom—though they haven't yet reached the crucial next step—imagine what might have happened if Yang Yanping hadn't happened to arrive on time! Yang Yanping might not be as assertive as Fei Xinlan, but leveraging her identity as a woman, she has a solid method of managing students—many mischievous ones end up in her office, only to emerge afterward respectful and obedient. Now that she's caught her in this situation, Lu Yun naturally can't help but worry. Damn it! Her first class wasn't even hers. She should have stayed put in her office, yet she keeps showing up unaccountably, not only disrupting my plans but also getting me scolded. Hasn't a cactus stung someone as badly as this? It seems she's hit a streak of bad luck—these days, she's been at odds with the office. Well then! Let her scold me. Right now, I'm as calm as a dead pig in boiling water. As long as the school doesn't publicize it or interfere with my studies, I'm fine with whatever they decide. Lu Yun steadied his composure, lowering his head and glancing sideways, quietly observing Yang Yanping’s full, rounded buttocks swaying with each step. Her slim short skirt only covered three centimeters above her knees, barely containing the two swaying flesh panels that moved with every stride. Tik-tik-tik! The high heels tapped clearly against the firebrick floor, creating a crisp rhythm. Yang Yanping’s flowing hair added to her enchanting grace, every aspect of her radiating irresistible allure—this content is from Chapter 103 of "Rural Beauty." Plip! Yang Yanping opened the office door, glanced back at Lu Yun, and with a composed expression said, “Come in.” Lu Yun gave a slight sigh: “Well, come on, we’re not afraid you’ll eat us up, are we?” Without hesitation, he straightened his posture and stepped inside. “Sit down,” Yang Yanping said, pulling over a small stool for herself and then settling into the chair across from him, her legs crossed. At first glance, she didn’t at all project the image of a refined, professional teacher or lady. 8 If this graceful female teacher were to appear serious and formal, it would actually make Lu Yun feel a bit uncomfortable. Lu Yun didn't hesitate—just let her sit, and we'll sit too. What's the fuss about? As soon as his buttocks made contact with the chair, Lu Yun took a quick glance around Yang Yanping's office. Indeed, it's a stylish office—besides the standard desk and chairs, all the decorations are uniformly pink, even the mosquito net hanging above is a vibrant shade of pink. One simply doesn't know where she found all this. Puff! Yang Yanping struck a match, lit a cigarette she'd somehow pulled out, took a gentle draw, and with her almond-shaped eyes half-closed, studied Lu Yun carefully until she exhaled a series of puffs that were quite irritating. Only then did she speak: "Lu Yun, I haven't had you visit my office before." Lu Yun privately furrowed his brows. Instead of launching into a direct lecture, she was going on with these seemingly irrelevant remarks—what was she thinking of, all this subtle strategy? "Yes, I'm not particularly bright when it comes to reading, but I'm generally good at following instructions—this is actually the first time I've come to Professor Yang's office." Unable to figure out what was going on, Lu Yun could only nod, carefully managing the situation. "Hmm, do you consider yourself a well-behaved, attentive student?" Yang Yanping suddenly flashed Lu Yun a charming smile, her slender fingers holding her cigarette, thoughtfully drawing two deep puffs. Lu Yun quickly took it, taking several deep, hearty swallows before his life-threatening cough finally subsided. This content is from Chapter 103 of the novel "Rural Beauty." He breathed deeply, puzzled. Though he himself didn't smoke, his uncle smoked vigorously—especially a sharp, pungent dry tobacco that, with each draw, released a thick, misty plume. Over the years, he had grown accustomed to that aroma. Yet now, the cigarette in Yang Yanping's hands was ordinary, and the smoke she exhaled seemed even more potent than his uncle's dry tobacco, nearly knocking the breath right out of him. Calming his breathing, Lu Yun looked at Yang Yanping with a sense of wonder, saying, "Yang Teacher, this smoke is quite powerful. Just a brief sniff and I'm already gasping—almost out of my wits. You should take a few fewer puffs." Yang Yanping took a deep drag from her cigarette, and after a while, as if she had satisfied her craving, a gentle haze of enchantment settled in her丹凤 eyes, and she smiled gracefully. "The intensity is a bit strong, but if you get used to it, you'll feel as if floating in a dream," she said, then blew out another stream of mist toward Lu Yun. This time, Lu Yun paid closer attention—he noticed Yang Yanping opening her mouth toward him, and as the soft, misty plume of smoke just began to emerge, he tilted his head slightly and covered his mouth and nose with his hands. "Ah, quite responsive!" he chuckled. "But you haven't answered my question from earlier." Lu Yun blinked. "Which question?" "Hey! The teacher asked you—do you consider yourself a well-behaved, attentive student?" Lu Yun paused, stammering. "Well, I suppose so." "Do good students typically engage in such things with female classmates in the classroom?" Yang Yanping murmured, her tone unexpectedly free of any criticism. Lu Yun said, "Teacher, I'm really just gently tickling the class monitor. If you don't believe me, why not ask her yourself?" "Really?" Yang Yanping's face turned cold, her voice sharp. "Can tickling really reach this far?" She then used her palm to gently support the two full, lush breast globes resting proudly on her chest.