Chapter 1109: Give yourself ten minutes. Honestly, Yang Yanping hasn't seen Lu Yun in several days. That vast gulf, hidden deep within the Amazon tropical jungle, had long been yearning for Lu Yun to fill it with life. But as the moment finally arrived, Yang Yanping found that in just a few days, Lu Yun had become significantly more intense—his powerful sprints left her breathless and filled her with exhilaration, sweeping away her days of emptiness. Yet the intensity and frequency of these sprints were overwhelming; they came without pause, relentless and continuous, placing such strain on the already slick, waterlogged gulf that it had never happened before. Seeing Lu Yun smiling at her with a mischievous expression, Yang Yanping gave him a withering look and gasped, "How could this have happened? You've done something wonderful—yet you don't even realize it yourself?" It's rather strange. When Yang Yanping learned that Lu Yun had accidentally acquired the Yin-Yang Expansion Technique, she would have surely stopped having intimate relations with him—perhaps never again, had it not been for the deep-seated resentment the technique's origin had stirred in her. Yet, strangely enough, Yang Yanping didn't refuse. Instead, she actively cooperated, allowing Lu Yun's powerful member to surge and swirl within her. The result, however, was quite devastating. Though it was exhilarating, she could no longer endure Lu Yun's relentless onslaught. The strong, forceful thrusts repeatedly collided with her high, sensitive clitoral mound, causing sharp pain. Worse still, the sensation inside her vaginal canal had transformed from mere tingling to a persistent, scorching ache. Eventually, compelled by the intensity, Yang Yanping had to speak up and ask Lu Yun to pause. Lu Yun chuckled dryly, "Yanping姐, this doesn't seem all that different from before. Back then, I was just like this—how enthusiastic you were! Now, why is my fighting strength so weak? Did something happen during these days I've been away—did you...?" Before Lu Yun could finish speaking, Yang Yanping glared at him sharply, "Don't treat me like a lowly servant! We've been together for so long—don't you see what kind of person I really am?" Her tone was wistful, yet Lu Yun found himself quietly marveling. He realized that each woman in his life had a story. Since Yang Yanping discovered she could perform the Yin-Yang expansion and contraction technique, the changes in her and the things she'd said had only deepened Lu Yun's growing sense of mystery about her—what kind of woman exactly was Yang Yanping? His greatest suspicion remained: was Yang Yanping a descendant of that mysterious race? These frustrating things had陆云 completely puzzled at the moment, and given the current situation, there was simply no time for him to think about anything else. Who knew what D Yang Yanping was—right now, his own affairs were being carried out deep inside her, and he had to focus on thoroughly enjoying himself. Nodding slightly,陆云 didn’t directly answer Yang Yanping’s words. Instead, he chuckled softly, saying, “Yanping姐, you’ve truly surprised me today! Thanks to our long-standing familiarity with each other, I wouldn’t have doubted for a second that you’d actually slain a dragon.” While saying this,陆云 kept his eyes locked on even the slightest expression on Yang Yanping’s face—this was quite risky. After all, Yang Yanping’s deep-seated resentment toward dragons was still very much present, and now, with her receiving his attentions during this intimate moment, saying such a thing could very well send the still-energized陆云 flying off the bed with a sharp slap from her. However, after Lu Yun finished speaking, Yang Yanping didn't display any unusual expression. She simply gazed at him with her calm, serene eyes, saying, "You've worn me out this way—even if I had the intention, I no longer have the strength." She could still feel Lu Yun's passionate presence, like a red-hot iron rod firmly pressing against the delicate opening of her mouth. The naturally warm flow of moisture within her seemed to grow increasingly hot, stirred by the heat radiating from Lu Yun's activity. As Lu Yun moved slowly and gently, he murmured, "Yanping姐, I haven't finished yet—what should I do now?" "This is indeed a problem," Yang Yanping thought, her brows furrowing as she heard Lu Yun's words. Her body had already reached its limits—under Lu Yun's relentless intensity, she had experienced that transcendent, spellbinding bliss countless times. Yet, looking at Lu Yun's determined expression, it seemed he would never ease up. Would she truly have to resort to some more decisive measures against the very first man who had brought her the joy of being a woman? Yang Yanping hesitated. Though Lu Yun was strong in bed, Yang Yanping had numerous techniques to swiftly bring him to climax. At this moment, as they made love, she fully immersed herself in the experience as a woman, enjoying the pleasure without any external interference. Yet, under Lu Yun's vigorous onslaught, she reached her peak—and found herself deeply at a loss. Seeing Yang Yanping suddenly furrow her brows, Lu Yun suddenly felt a sense that perhaps he was pushing himself too hard. After all, with his current abilities, if he were to engage directly with Yang Yanping, he would only be overwhelmed—severely, in fact. It was only a sudden thought that reminded him of what Fei Xinlan had once told him about internal energy. Though Lu Yun now had some understanding of the Dream-Entering Fist, he still felt much like a tiger without teeth—strong in appearance, but lacking substance. Against a true master, he would fall far short. With the support of internal energy, however, he might just bring out the full potential of the Dream-Entering Fist. A flurry of internal reflections caused Lu Yun to slow down his movements even further, which had previously been rather relaxed. Suddenly, Yang Yanping laughed lightly, saying, "Why have you slowed down so much? Have you also learned to be gentle and tender?" "Lu Yun chuckled, "Yanping sister, I've always been gentle and tender with women. But when it comes to the bed, if I'm too delicate and ladylike, heh—heh, then what good would we men be to you ladies? Wouldn't it be simpler just for women to gather together, find a cucumber or a eggplant, and comfort each other directly? After all, women know women's bodies better, don't they? Maybe it'll feel even more satisfying than being inserted by me, this big fellow of mine." "... Read ad-free, enjoy fully text-based, error-free, first-publishing novels at ShuHaige Novel - www.shuhaige.com, your best choice! 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