[Main Text] 1107 Don't smoke too much – It's a pain! Not just a pain – a real pain! Dragon! Dragon! How come there's a dragon hidden right inside my own body? And what's more, Yang Yanping, who's actually at odds with dragons, has a deep grudge against them – this has completely shattered my original plan to incorporate her into my grand scheme of three thousand consorts. With such a strong, formidable woman right beside me, even if I eventually become invincible in martial prowess, I'd never dare to sleep beside a woman who might suddenly bite me at any moment – like a beautiful, venomous serpent. This is truly a source of unbearable frustration. After carefully stroking her for a long time, Yang Yanping still couldn't find any relief. She sighed deeply and said, "You, my dear, keep practicing that Yin-Yang expansion and contraction technique whenever you feel like it – it's driving me crazy! I can't even enjoy the simple joys of being a woman anymore." As she spoke, she fully regained her former grace and charm. Lu Yun felt a sudden jolt in his heart, thinking: "Good heavens, he's actually blaming me now! Who knew you had such a deep grudge against Long? While he was speaking, he kept cutting off his sentences, leaving things half-said, making my heart race wildly with every beat. Watching as his delicate, timid demeanor now lay entirely in my hands, Yang Yanping continued, "It seems it's truly not going to work out. You're usually so bold—capable of winning over even Iron Xinlan—yet here, with just a few words from me, you've been completely intimidated. That's truly disappointing, Yanping." Yang Yanping giggled and gave Land Yun's back a light pat, saying, "Well, since you can't stand up anymore, I won't push you anymore. Otherwise, if I had to switch people, I'd make him take two puffs of smoke and insist on medicine—no matter what, I'd have to get it myself." Land Yun nodded, thinking internally: "Your smoke probably won't do much for us now, but it'll come in handy when dealing with Zhou Gao and the village headman." Remembering that his own supply of smoke was nearly depleted, Land Yun turned to Yang Yanping and said, "Yanping姐, you didn't mention it, and I've completely forgotten—do you still have that kind of smoke? Give me one more pack." Yang Yanping looked at Land Yun in surprise, saying, "How come you're smoking so fast? You're the kind of guy who doesn't even need to smoke that kind of smoke—women die from just being around you. After you've smoked it, the women you've been with still don't get worn out. No way—I can't give you any more. If anything goes wrong, I'm truly going to lose my job." Yang Yanping was firm in her stance, seemingly also considering Lu Yun's health. After all, while the smoke could invigorate a man temporarily, prolonged consumption would take a significant toll on his body. Although she had previously suspected the origin of Lu Yun's Yin-Yang expansion technique, she had yet to elicit any direct information from him. Given this, she didn't want their relationship to become too strained—especially since Lu Yun's matters, discussed constantly in her own lips, played a vital role in her recovery. Upon hearing this, Lu Yun felt a deep sense of distress. It was easy to explain to Zhou Gaoren, but with the village head, things were much more difficult. Lu Yun had hoped that once the village head tasted the benefits, he would gradually agree to his proposal for marrying Xiao Ying. If the supply of smoke were cut off, not only would it be impossible to marry Xiao Ying, but even visiting her home regularly would be a challenge—just one golden branch wouldn’t guarantee him smooth access. Therefore, Lu Yun absolutely needed to obtain smoke from Yang Yanping that contained the Huanhuan Powder. Then, Lu Yun presented the cigarettes to the village head, hoping to strengthen their relationship, and openly shared with Yang Yanping his intention to marry his daughter—fully excluding Zhou Gao, whose role was simply unnecessary given the current situation. Yang Yanping glanced at Lu Yun with a furrowed brow, then chuckled warmly, "Oh, you're quite a schemer! I never expected you to use these cigarettes to control the head of the village. Shall I join you in making a mess, or should I go tell the village head and have him give you a good scolding?" Lu Yun grinned, teeth slightly showing, "Yanping sister, I'd rather you join me in making a mess—after all, you wouldn't want me to suffer a scolding from the village head either. I've already told you everything. My future happiness all depends on the cigarettes in your hands." Yang Yanping sighed and said, "You really are impossible. Very well, then—I'll join you in your madness. But you must control how much tobacco you give her. After all, she's not just the head of the village; she's also a small official at the national level, and she's surely not young anymore. If you give her too much, you might end up causing someone's death. Then, don't even think about marrying her daughter—by then, you might end up serving time in prison." Lu Yun nodded eagerly. As Yang Yanping spoke, she rose to go to the bed and fetch cigarettes for Lu Yun. Yet, to her surprise, just as she managed to sit up, she laughed and scolded, "You lazy boy! Don't you move a finger to get your hands out of my clothes!" To his surprise, Lu Yun's hands had somehow slipped into Yang Yanping's underwear without her noticing. His fingers were gently caressing the tender flesh, as if moving through the lush Amazon rainforest. Yang Yanping had been completely absorbed by Lu Yun's sudden mastery of the Yin-Yang expansion and contraction technique, initially unaware of what was happening. Now, as she rose from her seat, she found Lu Yun's fingers unexpectedly slipping into the warm, intimate crevice of her pants, the tips of his fingernails gently scraping against the delicate flesh, causing a sharp sensation. Upon hearing this, Lu Yun quickly withdrew his hand. The fingers still gleamed with moisture, and he brought them close to his nose, inhaling deeply. "Oh, what a strong scent!" he laughed. Yang Yanping got up from the bed, while arranging her disheveled clothes, turned to Lan Yun with a withering look and scolded, "It's not you coming over for so many days, is it? I've been thinking of you so much—how could I not? After all this effort to finally come over, your little bird just won't make it down there. Oh, how miserable I am!" Her tone carried an endless sigh of frustration, clearly wishing that Lan Yun's bird had finally found its way into her own nest—she truly had been thinking of him constantly. Upon hearing this, Lan Yun chuckled and said, "Yanping sister, I myself am quite puzzled—never before have I experienced a situation where my equipment fails. I've been able to handle simultaneous intimate moments with four or five women without any issue. But today, you've truly surprised me. From now on, please don't do this again—when I first sensed that coldness radiating from you, I nearly lost my bladder!" The purpose of Lu Yun's words was simply to help Yang Yanping calm down a bit, so that she wouldn't constantly radiate that cold, sharp atmosphere—like she was about to kill someone. If Lu Yun hadn't known Yang Yanping well beforehand, he would have thought she truly meant to take his life. Now, by saying it casually, he was treating it as a joke, and also hoping that Yang Yanping would pause and think before she got angry. In front of her was just a child of about ten years old. Such a dramatic reaction might very well scare the young man into lifelong impotence. Yang Yanping went to fetch her cigarettes, chuckling all the way. "You're kidding, right? Don't always blame me for everything—right now you're useless. It's definitely because you've been out with so many women lately that you're feeling drained. But you've accidentally picked up the Yin-Yang expansion technique, which will only make things better. As long as you manage to restrain yourself and don't keep wanting to take charge of women the moment you see them, I guarantee that after just two days of rest, you'll be even more vigorous and more appealing to young women." Lu Yun smiled awkwardly and mumbled, "That's not true at all. I've definitely been out with women, but not that many—hey." Yang Yanping approached the bed, handed Lu Yun the cigarette, and scolded, "Your complexion is quite good, actually. But I still can't figure out how many women you've been with lately—ever since you've been like this, I find it hard to see you as a real man." She shook her head and sighed, clearly frustrated. Lu Yun chuckled, sat up, and immediately wrapped Yang Yanping in his arms, smirking. "How come you didn't mention that cold aura you've been radiating all along? You got out of bed and dressed up—such actions. Even if I were as powerful as I could be and managed to take you, it wouldn't have felt as joyful as before." Now that Yang Yanping had recovered and shed her murderous intensity, Lu Yun's fear was gradually fading, replaced instead by a determination to thoroughly teach her a lesson. He wanted her to realize that men were still men—after a rather unorthodox little incident, he could still make her beg for mercy, screaming with delight. Yang Yanping said nothing immediately, though she had been a bit too impulsive earlier. Yet, recalling the deep-seated hatred that had always run through her bones, she found herself unable to control her emotions. Suddenly, she felt something, gasped, and turned to Lu Yun, asking, "How come you've recovered so quickly?" Lu Yun nodded and smiled, "I said I was startled by you, didn't I? The way you looked at me earlier made me seriously doubt you'd kill me on the spot—so shocked that I even questioned whether you'd have the strength to do anything at all. Now I realize it was all just my own imagination. So I immediately decided to take action, ready to use my own masculine strength to teach you a lesson for your earlier intimidation." Before Yang Yanping could react, Lu Yun rolled over and the two of them tumbled onto the bed. A series of rustling sounds followed as their clothes were shed, and the fabric flung into the air, filling the office with the sound.