The rural beauty 948, main text 948 – Chapter 948 has been drawn. Chapter 948 has been drawn. Two women simultaneously emitted a soft sigh. However, Xiao Huan’s reaction was not particularly intense—she had not expected Lu Yun to attend to Yu Ying. Yet, she gently reextended her fingers into her own well. This time, as Lu Yun’s fingers entered, Xiao Huan clearly felt a warm sensation spreading throughout the well, as if immersed in a hot spring, comfortable and soothing. She softly hummed, closing her eyes and simply enjoying the pleasant sensation brought by Lu Yun’s fingers. This content comprises the textual content of Chapter 948 of "The Rural Beauty." - Yet Yu Ying's reaction was far more pronounced. Lu Yun's fingers, already numb from the cold in Xiao Huan's well, suddenly found themselves plunged into Yu Ying's warm well, as if suddenly stuffed with an ice stick. Yu Ying shivered all over and murmured softly, "Cold... so cool! What are you doing, Lu Yun?" Lu Yun looked up at Yu Ying and beamed, "Yi Jing, my fingers are completely stiff now. I'm going to soak them in your well to warm up a bit. Otherwise, I'll end up with one arm useless by the time we start playing." Without paying attention to Yu Ying's thoughts or reactions, Lu Yun continued with his work—digging where needed, stepping in when necessary, stepping out when required—unwavering in his actions regardless of her emotions. Before, the passionate flames in Yu Ying's heart had been stirred by Lu Yun's fingers. After Lu Yun exchanged his fingers and gave them a firm press, the flames had now dimmed by seven parts. With a resentful glance at Lu Yun, Yu Ying, having no better way to reprimand him, could only let Lu Yun continue stirring her warm, steaming well with his cool fingers. Lu Yun wasn’t simply playing with his finger in Yu Ying’s well—he was fully focused on the finger he had extended into Xiao Huan’s well. To his surprise, although the finger, now soaked in Yu Ying’s well water, still felt cold and bone-chilling, it had become bearable. After being immersed for so long, it no longer felt numb. More importantly, Lu Yun sensed that Xiao Huan also seemed very comfortable. Though his finger remained still, Xiao Huan’s well subtly twisted and shifted, and the well itself tightly enveloped his finger. The fresh, supple walls of the well gently pulsed, as if the entire well’s walls were gently reaching toward his finger. Could it be that his simple, clumsy idea—just a fart, really—had actually come to life and achieved what he’d hoped for? Gently lifting her head, observing Xiao Huan's comfortable posture, Lu Yun grew more certain of his thoughts, filled with unexpected delight. Ignoring the fact that Xiao Huan was currently enjoying her comfort, he suddenly withdrew his finger, and at the same time pulled out the finger that had recovered in the Yu Ying well. Then, he slipped again, inserting his fingers back into each of the two women's wells while they were still caught off guard. Thus, those who were comfortable became even more comfortable, while those who were uncomfortable grew increasingly so. Lu Yun's constant efforts made Yu Ying and Xiao Huan experience a world of contrasting extremes—like ice and fire—so that their wells were constantly flooded with alternating cold and heat. Though Yu Ying didn't understand why Lu Yun was doing this, she saw Xiao Huan enjoying great comfort, and assumed that Lu Yun had discovered a way to restore Xiao Huan's well. She gritted her teeth, enduring the piercing cold that spread through her own well. Fortunately, once Lu Yun withdrew his fingers, her well remained undisturbed. Otherwise, Lu Yun might have cured Xiao Huan's well only to leave her own frozen solid—like an ice cellar. Though Yu Ying was compassionate, she simply wouldn't endure such a foolish situation. After all, she still had her husband to consider; she couldn't neglect him, even if he were not particularly capable. After several attempts, Lu Yun had indeed grown quite weary. He had also noticed that each time his cold fingers dipped into Yu Ying's well, she no longer seemed as natural as she had at first—her body would tremble continuously, only returning to normal once his fingers withdrew. Concerned that his persistent interruptions might cause discomfort to Yu Ying, Lu Yun lay down on the cot after the final exchange, utterly drained, breathing heavily. To Yu Ying's eyes, his face was flushed with veins standing out prominently, as if agitated. "Honestly, it's exhausting, Yu Ying sister. I'm so sorry for all the trouble I've caused you. But your suffering has truly been worth it—the well now nearly fully restored. All we need is for the white vapor to dissipate completely, and then it will be fully healed." Lu Yun closed his eyes, as if he had already expended too much mental energy striving to maintain the well water for Xiao Huan. Upon hearing Lu Yun’s words, Yu Ying smiled gently and nodded, her gaze fixed intently on the thing now clearly visible beneath her own eyes. Unable to resist, she reached out and gently grasped it, chuckling, “Little Yun, you’ve been so tired—let me give you a little comfort.” With a slight dip of her head, Lu Yun’s member was already in her mouth. Lu Yun sighed contentedly, beaming, “It’s truly you, Yu Ying, who understands men—knowing just when to treat me to a little reward.” While her mouth was occupied, Yu Ying could only emit a few soft murmurs, but her hands remained free, gently patting Lu Yun’s abdomen twice as a form of gentle reprimand. Lu Yun smiled happily, enjoying the service from Yu Ying's delicate lips while turning her head to look at Xiao Huan, and said, "Sister Xiao Huan, this time I've truly done my best. All I can do now is wait until the white vapor has fully risen and then check the final outcome. But right now, the situation has stabilized quite well. You could try it—see if the temperature in your well has recovered significantly, whether it no longer feels as cold as an ice cellar?" No need to try—Xiao Huan knew Lu Yun wouldn't deceive her. Every time Lu Yun's fingers dipped into her well, she felt the well itself changing. With grateful eyes, Xiao Huan watched Lu Yun, and gradually, a layer of mist formed in her eyes. Could this young, rather unassuming boy really be the savior sent by heaven herself? "Little Huan, don't look at me like that. Women crying makes men feel terribly uncomfortable. Try your own well—while I continue to enjoy Yu Ying's attentions..." Seeing Little Huan staring at her without saying a word, her eyes glistening with moisture, Li Yun, anxious that she might cry, smiled lightly and then closed her eyes, fully immersed in the exquisite sensations of Yu Ying's gentle tongue and beautiful lips caressing her. Huan's face flushed. How could Li Yun, who had helped her so much, feel anything but delighted? With genuine warmth, she smiled at the now-closed-eyed Li Yun, then rose to gently probe her own well. This time, Huan's tears finally overflowed, flowing silently down her cheeks, a joyful, unspoken stream. Warm and cozy, though white smoke still occasionally rose from her well, it no longer disturbed Xiao Huan’s mood. While the temperature within the well had not yet reached the comfortably warm level typical of a healthy woman, it had improved dramatically compared to before. Xiao Huan’s fingers, now gently inserted into the well, hesitated to withdraw, as if afraid that the sensation would fade the moment her fingers pulled back. This content is from Chapter 948 of "The Country Woman’s Charm." Yu Ying now seemed to have entirely forgotten Xiao Huan's existence, completely absorbed in the goings-on of Lu Yun. Her forehead rose and fell gently, emitting soft, murmuring sounds from time to time. Xiao Huan turned her head to watch Yu Ying, and the fingers she had placed in the well began to move slowly—though the movements were subtle, they consistently reached her most sensitive areas. Gradually, the two of them became a delightful complement to each other: one playing with her well with her fingers, the other gently attending to Lu Yun's attentions, both thoroughly enjoying themselves. Xiao Huan's concerns were now largely settled, all she needed to do was wait until the white vapor fully rose to see the final outcome. Yet, as her fingers felt a clear warmth within the well, she couldn't believe it—could this unfortunate situation really still leave her with such a predicament? After all these years of hardship, it was finally time for the bitter to turn sweet. Thus, Xiao Huan's fingers moved with the speed she could muster, swiftly stirring the well water—gurgle, snap, rush, and a myriad of odd sounds emerged from the well, echoing with each rapid motion of her fingers. At some point, Yu Ying had stopped serving Lu Yun, and Lu Yun had made no request at all. He simply sat up, now fully immersed in the game with Yu Ying, and together they exchanged glances, each one filled with quiet curiosity. Ah... Suddenly, Xiao Huan emitted a delighted, breathless sigh, her body trembling vigorously as her fingers moved with even greater swiftness, brushing in and out of the well water, each movement drawing out a large volume of well water. After another such sigh, her trembling form stiffened abruptly, straightening like a corpse and collapsing backward with a soft, hollow sound, as though her throat had been severed. A gentle, gurgling sound escaped her, and she landed with a thud on the bed, motionless—so still that one might have thought she had passed away, were it not for the lively, darting gaze in her eyes. Lu Yun, on the other hand, remained composed. Observing Xiao Huan’s actions, he clearly saw that she had been overexcited, and with his own fingers now dampened, he found it hardly surprising. Yu Ying wasn't as bold as that. As soon as she saw Xiao Huan lying motionless on the bed, like a corpse, she was instantly frightened. She rushed to her side and shook her, calling out, "Xiao Huan, what's wrong with you? Don't scare your sister like this..." "Sister, don't worry," Lu Yun smiled to himself. This woman simply couldn't bear a little trouble—any slight anomaly and she'd start shouting. With a steady hand, she tried to reassure her. ... Rural Beauty 948, Main Text 948 – Updated!