Country Beauty Chapter 273, Main Text 273—Strangely, she now feels nothing. Chapter 273. Since she feels nothing, Land Yun himself is also puzzled. After this, he can once again mount his weapon and go back to action within a short time—something that has never happened before. Could it be that his physical constitution is different from ordinary people? Seeing Ma Shufen's mouth open in surprise, Land Yun climbed onto the bed, moved his equipment to face Ma Shufen, and smiled proudly, "What's wrong, Ma Shufen? Are you afraid?" Indeed, Ma Shufen is a bit afraid. If Land Yun continues to press and thrust as he did just now, her body simply won't be able to bear it. Though she desires it deeply, she knows well what her body can endure—after the pleasure, all that remains is a sharp, burning pain. This content is the text from Chapter 273 of the novel "Country Beauty." Though her age was on her side and she had been handled by her own husband countless times, she still hadn't quite gotten used to Lu Yun's imposing figure. Seeing now the thing she both loved and felt deeply nervous about, swaying before her, she involuntarily moistened her lips and said, "Xiao Yun, I can't possibly have sex with you right now—my body simply won't bear it." Lu Yun pretended to be confused, asking, "Madam, you do put in some effort, but it's me who's doing the work. I haven't even felt tired yet, so how can you find it unbearable?" When Ma Shufen saw Lu Yun didn't believe her, she grew anxious and said, "If you don't believe me, let me show you—have I not made you swell?" She then parted her legs, revealing the sparse yet clean, lush terrain. Indeed, as Ma Shufen had predicted, Lu Yun only glanced at it and immediately looked away, sitting down with a sigh on the bed, saying, "Madam, I'm truly sorry. I'll use less force next time." This content is from Chapter 273 of the novel "Rural Beauty." When Lu Yun no longer moved toward her as before, and heard her words, Ma Shufen smiled gently and said, "I'm not blaming you at all. I just haven't yet gotten used to your larger frame. With a few more chances, you'll get used to it. Don't feel any pressure—just give your best when you're with me. Otherwise, I wouldn't have experienced that sensation of nearly dying." After a vigorous encounter, both of them had expended considerable energy, and there were still several dishes on the table. Lu Yun settled down, resumed eating with Ma Shufen, and by the time they had cleared the table completely, it was past nine in the evening. Seeing that it was getting late, Lu Yun helped Ma Shufen tidy up the dishes before he left. Ma Shufen gently guided Lu Yun to the door. As she opened the gate, she suddenly pressed her body against him, gently rubbing her abdomen against Lu Yun's still-impressive member, and said, "Little Yun, when you return next week, don't forget to come find me. I'll do my best to arrange for you several lovely young wives to attend to your big man together." Lu Yun was surprised by Ma Shufen's thoughtfulness—she had only been kind to him twice, yet now treated him so attentively. He felt proud and cheerful, reaching out and firmly grasping her two snow-white, flawless cheeks, then chuckled, "Madam Shufen, you're so good at taking care of people—I'm certainly going to come find you. Well, it's getting late now. I'd better head back. I have classes tomorrow." Ma Shufen nodded, unlocked the door, and watched Lu Yun walk away until he disappeared from sight before returning inside. The moonlight was bright and the sky filled with stars. Lu Yun stretched comfortably, humming a song as he walked home. When Lu Yun had stepped out of the alley leading to Ma Shufen’s house and had walked only a short distance, an older man stormed into the alley, went straight to Ma Shufen’s home, pushed open the door, and called out, “Shufen, I’m back!” It was Zhang Qing, Ma Shufen’s husband. Ma Shufen was inside, tidying up the damp bed linens, when she suddenly heard her husband’s voice. Her heart leaped—thank goodness Lu Yun had left in time, or else she’d have been caught red-handed by this deadbeat. Zhang Qing didn’t hear his wife’s reply, so he sighed and entered the room. Seeing Ma Shufen sitting on the bed watching TV, he immediately brightened and asked, “Shufen, haven’t you eaten yet?” Ma Shufen gave him a withering look and said, “How come you’re back so soon? Didn’t you say you’d stay up all night playing mahjong?” “Didn’t want you to feel lonely at home, so I came early to spend some time with you,” Zhang Qing said, trying to sound pleasant, yet he couldn’t meet Ma Shufen’s Ma Shufen sneered, "You're so kind? I think you've already lost all your money." Zhang's smile vanished instantly. He spat out, "Today's just terrible—six or seven rounds, and not a single hand has gone to the winning combination..." "I knew you'd lose again. I've told you time and again not to bet against them. You just wouldn't listen. I don't think it's just bad luck—it's that you've been enchanted by that fox lady. You're no longer focused on the game, deliberately giving her your money." Ma Shufen had learned from others that Zhang often played mahjong at the home of a widow in the neighboring village. Recently, Zhang had visited her frequently, yet rarely won. Each visit ended in a loss, though the amounts were small. Still, such gradual, steady losses were beginning to take their toll. Ma Shufen hadn't never thought about controlling her finances—she just had another major customer, a buyer who acquired her family's vegetables, coming with her and Zhang Qing to play cards. To ensure her vegetables were sold promptly, she had to tolerate Zhang Qing's occasional absences, letting him play mahjong in neighboring villages all night without a word of complaint. Ma Shufen kept her eyes open, thinking to herself: After being pushed twice by Lu Yun's young man, she now barely felt anything when her husband's thing went in. As she continued to think, she gradually drifted off to sleep. ... Lu Yun strolled along the street with a contented heart, completely unaware that if he had delayed just a little longer, he would have been intercepted right in the middle by Zhang Qing. Of course, when Zhang Qing returned, Lu Yun and Ma Shufen had already finished, so even if he happened to meet her, he could simply claim he had come to visit and borrow something. As he walked, stepping on the cobblestones and soil, he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. Turning around abruptly, he saw a dark figure flash by and vanish a moment later. His heart skipped a beat—was it Zhang Qing, the one who always seemed so slow, returning again? The moment the thought came to him, he immediately thought of Ling Xiaoman and, without pausing to check, dashed off toward home. ... Rural Beauty No. 273, Main Text Chapter 273—No sensation at all, updated!