After noticing that Wang Shiyu's grip had only grown stronger, Lu Yun clenched his teeth and determined to endure the pain. As a man, he could certainly handle a little discomfort—especially with such a large, soft, fluffy bundle of sweetness in his hands. With this in mind, Lu Yun increased the pressure of his揉捏 on Wang Shiyu's chest. The large, round loaf in his hands felt wonderfully soft and elastic, constantly reshaping itself under his hands. Fully focused on the two clusters of warmth on Wang Shiyu's chest, Lu Yun soon forgot the aches in his arms. As he gently massaged, he kept glancing at Wang Shiyu's expression. The girl had her mouth slightly open, breathing a bit heavily, her eyes occasionally darting toward the teacher at the podium—clearly enjoying herself immensely. Her hands, which had been gripping his arms, gradually relaxed, yet unconsciously. At this moment, this fiery young woman appeared as gentle and docile as a lamb beneath Lu Yun's touch. Was this indeed what was meant by "refining steel into soft, pliable strength"? Such a sensitive girl must have tremendous potential. Lu Yun smiled to himself, his finger pointing at that rosy hue. "Uh..." Wang Shiyu trembled, accidentally emitting a soft moan. Blushing, she quickly closed her mouth. Only then did she realize she was in class, and Lu Yun—this unscrupulous one—had already taken full advantage of her. "Let go of me! The teacher will notice if she stays any longer!" Wang Shiyu whispered, applying a little more pressure to push Lu Yun's rather persistent hands off her body. Then, she secretly tucked her two modestly proud bundles back into her clothes and neatly arranged the disheveled fabric. Lu Yun glanced at his now-relocated hands, surprised. Though he hadn't been on guard, Wang Shiyu's subtle strength had even outmatched his preparedness. Seeing Lu Yun's expression, Wang Shiyu raised her chin proudly, as if to say, "My skills weren't learned in vain." Lu Yun grinned, speaking softly, "You managed to free my hands so easily—so you were actually deliberately letting me touch you all along! Wasn't that comfortable?" Wang Shiyu stared at Lu Yun's blushing, shameless expression and glared at him fiercely. "You're completely without face!" "Ha-ha... What's the point of having a thick face when you can have my breasts touched and a girl to accompany you? Haven't you heard—thick skin means you can eat it up! If my skin weren't thick, how could I have made you feel so comfortable just now?" Wang Shiyu raised her small fist, her face flushed with heat. "Lu Yun, if you say one more thing about being comfortable, I'll hit you!" Lu Yun didn't care in the least, chuckling. "Are you not comfortable at all? Then let me try again!" With that, he raised both hands, ready to press gently on Wang Shiyu's two clusters. "You dare!" Wang Shiyu narrowed her eyes, her hands reaching out to grasp Lu Yun's arms—only to find that Lu Yun only extended halfway before pulling back. He leaned on the table, y Wang Shiyu watched Lu Yun, who was lying flat on his desk like a corpse, and though she hadn't been taken advantage of, she felt a subtle sense of disappointment. She huffed angrily, then settled into listening to the lecture with a practiced air. As for the restlessness in her body caused by Lu Yun's presence—whether she could actually absorb what the teacher was saying—only she would know. As for this fiery Wang, he harbored resentment toward Lu Yun and was deeply attentive to Wang Shiyu. His eyes kept drifting toward their table. Though these glances were often partially obscured by classmates, desks, and books in between, they still made him nearly lose his composure in class. Now, more than ever, he was determined to take Wang Shiyu—so fresh, so delicate—right there and then, right after school.