Chapter 172: Prelude Prelude Yang Yanping had been restless all along, and now, with a little stimulation from Lu Yun, her whole body warmed up. She sighed softly, nestling into Lu Yun's arms like a delicate bird, her smooth hands gently caressing his chest, and murmured, "Lu Yun, hurry up, otherwise they'll be in trouble once they finish." "Don't worry, Yanping," Lu Yun chuckled, "they won't finish anytime soon." He then gently placed her on the soft grass. Despite her lingering concerns, Yang Yanping opened her mouth to speak, but Lu Yun covered her rosy lips with his hand, smiling softly, "Even if you don't believe me, shouldn't you believe in the effect of your herbal medicine?" Hearing this, Yang Yanping smiled gently. The Huanhuan Decoction was indeed a formula she herself had prepared—usually, people would find even the most timid ones transformed into strong, confident, and vigorous individuals simply by inhaling its aroma. This content is from Chapter 172 of "Rural Beauty." "I'm worried about Zhang Xiaoyu and the others—Zhou Gaoren and the others have been drinking heavily. What if Zhang Xiaoyu can't bear it? Then Zhou Gaoren might be in danger." Yang Yanping spoke with pride, yet there was a subtle undercurrent of concern. "What? Sister Yang, have you noticed Zhou Gaoren's strength and perhaps developed feelings for him? Even if Zhang Xiaoyu can't handle it, do you really expect to personally step in to save him, only to have him lose his life by being pierced through you?" "You're ridiculous, what are you talking about? They're so vigorous because they've been affected by the Huhuan Powder. How is that like you? You're so strong, in fact, that even I'm nearly unable to keep up. As long as you stay by my side, Xiaoyu simply won't think about any other men." Yang Yanping chuckled, her fingers gliding smoothly down. Lu Yun wavered slightly, then smiled playfully. "Then it's not hard at all, Sister Yang. Just be a little more graceful, and I'll be completely enchanted—no interest in any other women at all!" "Yang Yanping cooed, 'Go on, you're being so rude—how can you treat me like that?' That half-hidden, half-revealed charm of yours is the most irresistible, Land Yun leaned down and gently kissed her full lips. 'Peng姐, whatever you see yourself as, that's exactly what you are. I don't care—as long as you're strong and confident below, I'll truly love you from the inside out.' 'Little mischief-maker, always saying the most off-the-wall things! Hurry up, you've been deliberately tormenting me—my heart's been aching all this time!' Yang Yanping wrapped her arms around Land Yun's neck, bringing her lips close to his neck, gently kissing and gently licking. Land Yun leaned over her soft, supple body, smiling lightly. 'Don't you have self-touching exercises? Watching your students getting intimate with each other—wouldn't that feel more exhilarating than usual?' Yang Yanping blushed instantly upon hearing this. When she first saw it, she had indeed been quite stirred—her body naturally responded as she became more and more excited. Land Yun had been so absorbed in watching the scene that she had only been able to console herself. Unexpectedly, while she had previously managed to keep her inner passion under control, this time it grew stronger with every touch, until she felt she could hardly contain herself and almost had to slide her whole hand inside. With Land Yun pressing against her, Yang Yanping tightly wrapped her arms and legs around him, whispering softly, "Little bad boy, what are you waiting for? Go ahead and attend to the matter at hand!" Land Yun chuckled, then pushed his hands into Yang Yanping's clothing, gently caressing her smooth abdomen. His fingers circled around her navel, sending waves of pleasure through her, causing her to emit soft, breathless murmurs and instinctively arching her firm buttocks upward. "Peng姐, you've completely overflowed now—your body feels so damp and full!" This content is from Chapter 172 of the series "Rural Beauty in Passion." "Lu Yun spoke, then adjusted the AK-47 to a comfortable position, fiddling with it wildly. Yang Yanping suddenly sat up, quickly removing Lu Yun's shirt, and breathed heavily, "Lu Yun, help me get undressed—quick now!" How could a woman resist such a request? Lu Yun, with a mischievous smile, peeled off Yang Yanping's dress entirely, admiring the bare, graceful figure before him, and joked, "Miss Yang, you're absolutely stunning—better than the models on TV." "You're just trying to sweeten your pitch with honeyed words—be careful, or you'll end up with cavities," Yang Yanping pushed Lu Yun down onto the grass, her hands exploring his waist. In a short while, the two found themselves fully at ease and open with each other. Watching Lu Yun's tent rise, Yang Yanping chuckled, "You're no stranger to this, are you?" Lu Yun, propping himself on his arms, added with a sly smile, "Indeed—I'm eager to merge with you, Miss Yang, and share this most intimate moment with you." "Yang Yanping smiled softly, saying, 'Then go ahead and show me your strength—let me have a good look.' Upon saying that, she mounted onto Lu Yun's body as if riding a large horse." "Miss Ping, could you please move a bit? I'm afraid you're pressing on my favorite spot," Lu Yun protested, his firmly upright AK-47 now gently pressed between two soft, yielding surfaces—feeling incredibly comfortable. Yang Yanping adjusted her position and chuckled, "Little mischievous one, I'm about to begin now." Before she even finished speaking, Yang Yanping eagerly started rocking and swaying, though not with full force. Yet, hearing Zhang Xiaoyu's occasional cries and feeling Lu Yun's determined strength, her heart swelled with warmth. "Miss Ping, please don't rush it—don't break our oars," Lu Yun gently reminded her. Yang Yanping inhaled deeply from her fragrant, honeysuckle-infused cigarette, and Lu Yun truly feared she might lose control and start shaking wildly, possibly even breaking his vital core. "Relax, even if you're willing to, I still won't stop," Yang Yanping laughed joyfully, swaying with Lu Yun sighed involuntarily—after all, she had so much experience. Such a vigorous shaking had never made her feel uneasy; instead, it felt incredibly pleasant. Clearly, she’d need to work on refining her techniques with Xiao Yu. As she thought of Liang Hongyu, a sudden surge of excitement swept through her. What if one day Xiao Yu also mastered such a skill? Then she’d be entangled with her every day. Just as Lu Yun was lost in her joyful imaginings, she suddenly felt the AK-47 enveloped by a warm embrace, sending a refreshing, deeply satisfying shiver through her body. She looked down and saw Yang Yanping had unknowingly lowered her head, emitting soft, appreciative murmurs. Rural Beauty, 172. 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