Ah—upon landing, the body that had already clashed with Lu Yun in countless rounds suddenly trembled violently, hands tightly clasping Lu Yun’s neck as if afraid that the moment she released him, Lu Yun would vanish entirely. Her flushed cheeks were filled with contentment. “Uncle, you’re almost suffocating me,” Lu Yun coughed sharply. Yet upon hearing this, Liu’s widow showed no intention of loosening her grip, still firmly encircling Lu Yun’s neck. Only when the drifting, tingling sensation fully subsided did she gradually ease her hands from his neck. “Did I hold too tightly earlier? Are you feeling better now?” she gently brushed her fingers over Lu Yun’s cheeks. Lu Yun exhaled a long, steady breath. With the force Miu had just exerted, he wasn’t sure he could have kept going any longer—if he hadn’t loosened up, he truly didn’t know if he’d have been able to endure another five hundred rounds with her. After that, his passion finally erupted, reaching the peak of ecstasy at the very moment Miu did too, and they both shared the sublime experience of their peak moments. Yet in that moment, so electrified he was, Lu Yun nearly died from the sheer grip of Miu’s hands. “Decent,” Lu Yun said, trying to sound relaxed. Miu glanced at him and smiled, “It’s not because I don’t want to see you again—I just know that once we’re apart, our chances to meet will diminish. So now, while I’m still young and vibrant, and you haven’t grown tired of me, I’m making the most of it, getting closer to you as much as I can.” The unspoken sentiment—she wanted Lu Yun to remember her, as a woman who had brought him joy—remained unsaid. Lu Yun was momentarily stunned. To say such a thing now, in this context, seemed rather antic Liu, the widow, herself realized this, and gave Lu Yun a gentle smile. "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 gently kissed Lu Yun on the cheek. Lu Yun sighed softly, a touch of sadness 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 all day—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. 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 off the bed suddenly. "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?" Lu Yun shook his 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, he hadn't expected that during his absence, Zhao Feiyan had already come over to assist Mammie Liu and the others in running the shop. Doesn't this mean that Zhao Feiyan has already implicitly accepted their connection?