1062 You're not going to fix your discomfort, are you?—As a soft cry broke the air, the body that had already clashed with Lu Yun in countless battles suddenly trembled violently. Her hands clutched tightly around Lu Yun's neck, as if afraid that the moment she released her grip, Lu Yun would vanish. Her flushed cheeks were filled with contentment. "Auntie, you're almost suffocating me," Lu Yun gasped, coughing hard. Upon hearing this, Liu's widow showed no intention of loosening her hold, still firmly encircling Lu Yun's neck. Only when the sensation of lightness and tingling, like floating on clouds, fully subsided did she gradually ease her hands from Lu Yun's neck. "Auntie was so deeply absorbed just now. Now, are you feeling better?" Liu's widow gently brushed her fingers over Lu Yun's cheeks. Lu Yun took a deep, steady breath. With the force Miu had just exerted, he wasn’t sure he could have kept going much longer—if he hadn’t loosened up. He’d truly pushed himself to the limit, enduring five hundred rounds with her. When his climax finally came, synchronized with hers, they both reached the peak of their shared bliss. Yet at that very moment, so electrified he was, Lu Yun nearly succumbed to Miu’s hands, as if she had literally crushed him to death with her grip. Liu, the widow, herself realized this, and smiled gently at Lu Yun. "What's with you, Aunt? To be speaking something so awkward just now—such a pity. Here, Aunt's rewarding you." With a pout, she kissed Lu Yun on the cheek. Lu Yun sighed softly, a touch of melancholy in his voice. "Aunt, will we really hardly see each other again from now on?" Silence. Liu could find no words to answer Lu Yun—beyond silence, she had nothing to say. Li Guo, who was fetching water to wash herself, couldn't hear the movements behind her and was startled to turn around and see Lu Yun lying on the bed, eyes closed and resting. "Xiao Yun, don't stay in bed any longer—get up and wash quickly and help me manage the shop. It's been some days since you've been taking care of it," she said. "Sister, have Xiao Ying and the others come by recently?" Lu Yun asked as he sat up. Li Guo nodded. "Of course they have. Do you think everyone is as lazy as you are? Xiao Ying and Hongyu come regularly, and Dan Dan has also been helping me whenever I'm busy lately." As she spoke, Li Guo seemed to suddenly recall something, her brows slightly furrowed, and she looked at Lu Yun with a puzzled expression. "Xiao Yun, it's not just Xiao Ying and the others who have been coming. Since yesterday, there's a girl named Zhao Feiyan who has also been coming frequently—often together with Hongyu..." Before Li Guo could finish speaking, Lu Yun leapt suddenly from the bed. "Sister, who did you mean?" "Zhao Feiyan, a young girl sharing the name of a famous ancient beauty—Red Yu and the others call her that," said the widow, her expression growing more puzzled. "What's wrong? Is there something amiss?" Lü Yun shook her head urgently. Last weekend, after being introduced by Xiao Yu, their relationship had remained undetermined. Occasionally returning, they hadn't had time to discuss it properly. Yet, she hadn't expected that during her absence, Zhao Feiyan had already come over to help M. Sun manage the shop alongside Xiao Yu and the others. Doesn't this mean Zhao Feiyan has already implicitly accepted their connection?