Lu Yun immediately knew what to do next by looking at Liu's expression. Thinking that this might be one of their few, if not possibly their very last, intimate moments together, he felt a deep sense of melancholy. Yet, no matter how much he felt this way, at this crucial moment, he couldn't afford to falter. After all, Lu Yun wasn't the kind of man who let down his allies at critical times—except when it came to Xiao Ying, when he often found himself interrupted mid-activity. With women, however, he had never once failed to deliver. At that moment, Lu Yun beamed at Liu, smiling warmly, "Madam, what would you like to do?" "He's just being deliberately provocative. But at this moment, Lady Liu has no energy to tease Lu Yun with banter—her own emotions have already been stirred as she helps Lu Yun with his physical needs. A strange, crawling itch spreads through her lower abdomen, triggering a powerful surge of warmth and moisture deep within, as clearly evidenced by the damp bedsheet. Rarely during their intimate moments does Lady Liu lighten the mood with a bit of humor: 'You're such a smelly kid,' she says, 'you're lying on my bed now—what do you want me to do? Then I'll do whatever you want.' With that, she suddenly shifts from passive to active, pushing Lu Yun gently onto the bed and stepping up to stand above his towering member, then gracefully mounting him with a single leg movement." Lu Yun smiled warmly at Liu's widow, as if he had never seen her so proactive before—indeed, even during their last joint effort to do good together, she hadn't been this eager. With genuine interest, he watched her, then laid his hands on either side as pillows, waiting for her to gently position the constantly dripping water curtain over the top of his head. Yet to Lu Yun's surprise, although Liu's widow had managed to step across, she did not immediately, as he had expected, eagerly slide her already itchy, uncomfortable well-covering over his member. Instead, she only made slight contact and then stopped, the two small bodies touching only briefly, without further descent. Lu Yun was somewhat puzzled. From the expression on Liu's sister's face, it was clear that she was deeply moved and could hardly have resisted the allure of his strong, solid body. Yet the reality stood in stark contrast—he simply couldn't understand why. His younger brother and Liu's younger sister had already started getting close, and now, at this crucial moment, there was no further development. How could he not be anxious? He kept his eyes fixed on Liu's sister, hoping to catch any subtle clues on her face or in her eyes. Yet, after a long while, all he could see were the two large bosoms of hers—nothing else. And at this very moment, his body, as if in a masterful duel, had reached the point of imminent explosion. He could wait no longer! Lu Yun reminded himself in his heart, and the flame within him was now fully ignited, blazing so fiercely that it seemed as though it would consume his very body. Unable to wait any longer, he roared and suddenly straightened his back, immediately charging forward with his member toward Liu Guo's younger sister. Slick! Even as Lu Yun moved, Liu Guo also took action—rising upward while her body settled downward. The two movements combined, and with a sudden thrust, Lu Yun's member fully plunged into her. Ah— The thick shaft struck squarely against the deep inner sphere, delivering a strong impact. Despite having prepared thoroughly beforehand, Liu Guo still gasped in pain, then clutched her lips tightly, silent as she lay pressed against Lu Yun's chest. Lu Yun hadn't expected that, after pushing upward so gently, the outcome would turn out this way. Seeing the Liu widow trembling slightly from pain, Lu Yun gently placed his hands on her smooth back and apologized, "Madam, I was truly unable to hold back just now. How are you feeling?"