Yang Jian, just give me one pack, please—I’m begging you! Lu Yun now urgently needs cigarettes infused with the fragrant aroma. That’s the key to his plan—going out with Yang Yanping to watch others engage in intimate acts. Without these, his entire scheme falls apart, and he’ll have absolutely no heart to engage in anything romantic with her! "Alright, here’s one pack. Just don’t smoke it yourself—remember, without my remedy, if you don’t have a woman nearby to help you release the heat, you’ll easily suffer a fiery demise." Yang Yanping, finally giving in to Lu Yun’s persistent pleas, agrees. Lu Yun enthusiastically kisses her firmly on the lips, yet his mind is busy pondering her words. Oh, for heaven’s sake—without a woman to help dissipate the heat, one will burn up like a torch. Didn’t he himself nearly die a few times before? At this thought, she suddenly felt irritated without any reason. "Didn't I already promise you a package? Why are you still giving me that sour look?" Yang Yanping noticed Lu Yun's unusual behavior and couldn't help but voice her complaint. This little guy must have taken some strange medicine—how could he be less proactive about things he'd promised, compared to before? It was making her feel utterly uncomfortable. Ah— "Nothing much. I'm just thinking about something." Feeling Yang Yanping's body shifting beneath him, Lu Yun realized his brief pause had made her restless, and with a mischievous smile, he swiftly launched a series of coordinated attacks—his hands moving up and down, and his body pressing with a steady, determined thrust. "What kind of problem?" Yang Yanping gasped again, her eyes full of allure, fixed steadily on Lu Yun. "Yang姐, why do you always use that particular kind of cigarette—how do you keep me so intrigued, or rather, so *dazzled*?" Lu Yun boldly voiced his inner doubts. Now he was certain that no matter what he said or questions he raised, Yang Yanping would never be annoyed or upset—seemingly, the very lifeline of this spirited woman had fallen firmly into his hands. This content is from Chapter 162 of the novel "Rural Beauty." Yang Yanping sighed and said, "I wish I could, but it's really you men who fall short. The incense smoke you're exposed to greatly enhances your performance, and I myself can fully enjoy the intimacy as well. What could be better than that? Why would I choose to let it go?" Lu Yun chuckled, "Didn't those Grade 9 students fall under your spell just like that? I've often seen them visiting your office lately—were they coming to 'take over' you?" As he spoke, he gave a subtle sway of his waist, and his well-aimed question struck right at the mark. Yang Yanping gasped, eyeing Lu Yun with a look of astonishment, "You're trying to kill me, aren't you? So forceful. They do indeed come looking for me, but most of them are just mediocre—only concerned with their own pleasure. Often, after resolving one issue, I have to chase several of them around, leaving myself half-angry and exhausted." Lu Yun chuckled, "Then from now on, Yang姐, you'll be under my care. Don't be fooled by my younger age—when it comes to this, I'm definitely more effective than them. I'm sure you noticed that last time, weren't you?" Yang Yanping replied, "Who knows? Maybe you're just a pretty but useless decorative pillow. Only after trying can we know for sure. I don't want all my hopes and excitement to end up as helpless disappointment." "Yang姐, just trust me—definitely, we won't let you down." As he spoke, Lu Yun had already removed Yang Yanping's dress completely, revealing a snow-white figure adorned with floral patterns that dazzled the eyes. "Stupid one," he said, "have you been looking long enough?" Yang Yanping blushed and said. Lu Yun gazed at the two elevated areas wrapped in the folds, his heart suddenly blazing fiercely, as if it were melting him entirely. He smiled憨ly, "Not at all. I've seen enough." "Then let's take our time to look at them properly, so you won't keep glancing at me during class. That way, I won't feel damp every time I go to teach you—I've had to rush to the restroom more than once." Upon hearing this, Lu Yun's playful spirit surged. He fixed his eyes on Yang Yanping's rosy lips and said, "Yang姐, after we answered questions during class, didn't you go back to your office to handle things on your own?" Yang Yanping spat out, "It's all because of you young kids! You keep asking random questions—shouldn't that be something you should know by now?" "Why shouldn't we know? Isn't what I'm doing now exactly what someone my age should be doing? Isn't that right, Yang Yanping?" Lu Yun shook her vigorously, nearly knocking her off her desk. Yang Yanping gasped in surprise, luckily her legs were tightly wrapped around Lu Yun's waist; otherwise, she'd have to perform a flying leap. She gave Lu Yun's chest—drenched in sweat—a firm punch, her voice full of frustration. "Are you trying to kill me?" Lu Yun, meanwhile, was gently patting and stroking her, chuckling. "Then tell me, how did you manage it on your own? Did anyone come to help?" Watching Lu Yun's mischievous smile and his casual, flirty tone, Yang Yanping felt both pleased and embarrassed. How could she clearly explain something so personal to someone else? Yet, if she didn't speak up, Lu Yun would surely come up with even more sinister ways to torment her. This content is from Chapter 162 of the novel "Rural Beauty." After all this excitement, Yang Yanping had already been overwhelmed with arousal, her body so flushed that it was as if a river had burst its banks, soaking a large portion of her desk. "Just tell me, Yang姐—just tell me!—also let me see something new, will you?" Lu Yun kept pressing on, and suddenly he realized that this approach was far more effective than simply raising his spear and charging in—he was absolutely thrilled, buzzing with excitement. Yang Yanping closed her eyes slightly, breathing softly and heavily, yet still shook her head, refusing to answer. Man, she really holds her ground! Isn't it just about telling me how you handled things yourself? Is it really that embarrassing for you? As soon as he thought of the word "embarrassed," Lu Yun couldn't help but chuckle. After all, everyone in the school knows you're the classic "dusty" type among female teachers—someone who's always been a bit of a loose cannon. Now you're trying to act all pure and serious in front of us? Really think we're just fresh-faced rookies, easy to fool, huh? At this moment, Yang Yanping was wearing only a single set of undergarments. Though Lu Yun's clothes remained unchanged from when he first arrived, his own sturdy body was now rigidly pressing against his groin, causing an unmistakable sensation of stiffness and discomfort. Lu Yun was deliberately tormenting her, watching every subtle shift in her expression with keen attention—knowing that this was pure psychological warfare. And Lu Yun himself wasn’t as composed as he appeared; his AK-47 was nearly reaching its breaking point. If the pressure continued, he might very well surrender on the spot. Yang Yanping hoped to win him over with her charm, while Lu Yun, in turn, longed to conquer her lovely, spirited woman with his imported goods. The two engaged in a steady back-and-forth struggle, neither willing to yield an inch. For a while, the only sounds heard in the office were soft, plaintive sighs and deep, labored breaths. Lu Yun, breathing heavily, thought to himself: "You think you've got me under your spell? Without revealing how you're handling this, I'll just keep going—see who ends up more worn out!" The Country Beauty 162, Main Text 162: Second Encounter with Yang Yanping (4) Updated!