Country Beauty No. 218, Main Text No. 218 – Hit me! No. 218 Lin Xiaoman held her chest with one hand and shielded the triangular area with the other, her face flushed as she gazed at Lu Yun, then lowered her head, too shy to speak. This content is the text from Chapter 218 of "Country Beauty No. 218." – Love Pavilion – (waoshu8m) Thinking especially of the words she had spoken to Lu Yun when forced by the simple-minded Zhang, she felt even more embarrassed. Her heart fluttered with unease: Would he think her casual and indifferent? If things turned out as she feared, how would she face him in the future? Lu Yun was equally at a loss. Facing such an openly beautiful woman, who had just emerged from a crisis, his heart, already stirred, now protested with growing frustration, and he found himself almost unable to restrain the urge to swallow this stunning young beauty whole. "Master Ling, let's go back now—otherwise that fool Zhang will turn around again and come back, and we'll still end up right in the jaws of the lions." With only a thread of rationality left, Lu Yun completely suppressed the growing anger in his heart, took a deep breath, and consciously kept his gaze away from Ling Xiaoman's smooth figure. Ling Xiaoman nodded shyly. As she reached for her feet to stand up, she realized a serious problem—her dress had been torn and tossed into the fire by Zhang. Now nearly naked, how could she possibly step out like this? It seemed Lu Yun had sensed her predicament. Surveying the surroundings, he saw only scattered bricks and stones—nothing to offer her any modesty. Even the short-sleeved shirt he had intended to use as a cover had unexpectedly turned into scattered fragments of fabric. He scratched his head, feeling increasingly troubled. The two of them remained silent in the kiln. Ling Xiaoman spoke first, "Lu Yun, how about we just go back now? I'm afraid Zhang, the simple-minded one, will come back. It's already dark, and it's raining outside—no one will notice anything. After all, this is just the text content from Chapter 218 of 'Rural Beauty.' " Lu Yun nodded reluctantly. At this point, there was no other option—he simply couldn’t take off his pants and have Ling Xiaoman wear them. Even if he wanted to, he knew Ling Xiaoman would most certainly decline. He was fully aware of the impressive size of his own manhood, and if she saw it standing upright, he’d surely face a good scolding. After leaving the brick kiln, Lu Yun held up his flashlight and hurried through the rain with Ling Xiaoman. It seemed as though the heavens had deliberately been opposing them—the heavy rain fell continuously, pattering relentlessly—yet suddenly, a strong wind blew up, making it even harder for the two of them to move forward. "Ling Teacher, this isn't working at all. I think we should find a place to shelter from the rain first," Lu Yun said, wiping his face and rubbing his stinging, rain-soaked eyes vigorously, calling out loudly to Ling Xiaoman beside him. They couldn't go back to the broken brick kiln; if Zhan, the man with the condition, returned, they'd surely endure another ordeal. Ling Xiaoman was even more exhausted than Lu Yun, nearly being dragged forward by him through the storm. Upon hearing Lu Yun's words, she replied, "Where should we go to seek shelter?" Lu Yun shone his flashlight around. When he first arrived, he had thought he saw a pile of firewood, which should be nearby. After walking through the rain for a while, Lu Yun suddenly called out, "Ling teacher, keep close to me—we'll head over there to take shelter from the rain." He then turned left and soon reached a stack of reed bundles. Without hesitation, he handed the flashlight to Ling Xiaoman and quickly began digging holes in the reed stack. In no time, he had created a spacious shelter large enough to accommodate both of them. Lu Yun called out, and first stepped inside. Ling Xiaoman hesitated slightly before following. Finally, they were safe from the heavy downpour. Lu Yun chuckled and said, "Ling teacher, crawling through the reed stack might make you itch all over, but there's no better option right now. Just bear with it—once we get home, a good wash will do the trick." As he spoke, he couldn't help but start scratching his own body. Ling Xiaoman didn’t seem particularly affected—as if the stack of reeds posed no real threat. Holding up her flashlight and gazing out at the torrential rain, she murmured, “Lu Yun, could you completely forget what the teacher said in the brick kiln just now? Could you pretend as if I never said anything at all?” Lu Yun was momentarily startled and, without bothering to scratch at his itchy spots, chuckled, “Ling Teacher, I actually didn’t hear a thing. Please rest assured—what just happened was merely a nightmare. Now that I’ve woken up, everything seems to have vanished, as if it never existed. What’s real now is simply us, two students and teachers, sheltering from this terrible weather.” Upon hearing Lu Yun’s words, a spark of light flashed in Ling Xiaoman’s otherwise dazed eyes. She turned to look at him and said, “Perhaps that’s true. But the truth isn’t a dream—what we’ve said still lingers in my mind. Won’t you think I’m someone casual, or even someone unprincipled?” Time was pressing, so the reed-thatch hut Lu Yun had dug wasn't very spacious—it barely accommodated two people for shelter from the rain. As Lu Yun listened to Ling Xiaoman's tender, melancholy words, he felt a surge of restlessness. He waved his arms with precise timing, having them glide exactly over the top of her chest, and hurried on, "Ling Teacher, how could you think such things? It's all due to that foolish Zhang's fault. Don't worry—I'll go settle things with him tomorrow, and make it right for you." Lu Yun didn't notice, but Ling Xiaoman was highly sensitive—she gently tucked her chest closer to her bent knees, murmuring, "I want to go home." After enduring such deep hurt and shock, all Ling Xiaoman wanted now was to return home, lie down, and sleep soundly—just as Lu Yun had said—so that upon waking, everything would feel like a dream. Lu Yun nodded and said, "I'm actually heading to the county town tomorrow to buy some supplies. I'll take you there. If Zhang suddenly shows up, we'll have someone to watch over you." "Upon hearing the words 'dullard Zhang,' Lin Xiaoman's body subtly trembled, and she turned to look at Lu Yun, saying, 'Lu Yun, can you hold me? I'm cold!' Lu Yun hesitated only briefly before opening his arms and embracing the delicate, pitiful figure before him. The warmth and softness of her body instantly enchanted him, and the two of them remained silent, gazing out at the rain that fell without cease. "Lu Yun, your thing is pressing against me," Lin Xiaoman's gentle, shy voice whispered into his ear after an indeterminate length of time. Lu Yun was startled and realized that his member had naturally risen, lifting its head without any prior notice, pressing gently against the firm, soft curve of Lin Xiaoman's backside. At her reminder, he quickly pulled back slightly. Yet, given the narrow space of the room, even as Lu Yun retreated, his member remained in the most intimate contact with Lin Xiaoman's body. ... Country Beauty No. 218, Main Text No. 218 – Reached me! Updated!