Chapter 1167: Dreamt of speaking incoherently. "It's you, the big-headed ghost, holding me while I sleep." Rose raised her hand and gave Lu Yun a solid slap on the chest. With Rose's delicate, supple body cradled in his arms, Lu Yun smiled warmly and said, "Vivian, go rest now. Once you're well-rested, we'll have another grand battle ahead." Rose nodded firmly, though her eyes were heavy with fatigue, and she no longer had the strength to argue with Lu Yun. Soon, she drifted off into a deep sleep. Lying on the bed, Lu Yun held Rose in his arms—her body as graceful as a mermaid. Yet, despite the tender scene, his heart felt unusually heavy. It was natural that Rose insisted on accompanying him back to the town. But what truly mattered to Lu Yun was that he had hoped to stroll around the county today, hoping to meet Liu's mother. Gazing at the sleeping Rose in his arms, Lu Yun sighed. Had Liu's mother truly left without a word, just as he had imagined—simple, merely seeking a livelihood in the town? The more he thought, the more restless he felt. In a drowsy haze, Lu Yun slowly drifted off to sleep. In his dreams, the slender, white-clad figure in ancient robes still appeared as before, yet Lu Yun seemed distracted and preoccupied. He woke up in a state of half-sleep, only to find it was already late afternoon. When he opened his eyes, Cang Wei was curled up beside him, her captivating gaze fixed on him with a most amused expression. Lu Yun rubbed his head, gazing at the rosy, delicate lips of Cangqi, then suddenly leaned in and nibbled at them playfully. "Cangqi-sister, so what did you say my name was?" Cangqi mumbled, "Mister Liu, something like that. Honestly, I didn't catch it clearly—what I remember is that you were sleeping on my bed, yet your mind kept drifting to other women. How are you going to explain that?" Lu Yun's face slightly flushed, his heart filled with quiet regret. It seemed clear now that Miss Liu's sudden departure had indeed left a deep impression on him. Now, caught off guard by Cangqi, he had no good way to defend himself. Upon seeing Lu Yun respond, Cangqi huffed, "Now you're in the awkward position." Lu Yun nodded. Indeed, he had been at a disadvantage. He had taken Cangqi to the peak of ecstasy six times during their intimate encounter, and then spent a lovely night wrapped in her radiant beauty—yet in his heart, he had always been thinking of Miss Liu. That was hard to justify. Then what could he do? Easy! The most unscrupulous tactics never grow old. Lu Yun launched a sudden leap, pinning Qiwei beneath him, and smirked, "Then I'll make good on my promise to Weiwei, and feed you that little mouth of yours first." Qiwei was draped in a thin space blanket, which had now slipped off the bed, revealing her porcelain-white skin. With arms like smooth, delicate lotus stems, she pushed firmly against Lu Yun, insisting, "No way! Who knows what's going on in your mind as you ride me—perhaps you're thinking of someone else? I don't want to become someone else's bridesmaid. If you have someone in mind, go find them. Don't keep coming back to me!" Beneath the space blanket, the vacuum created a serene stillness, with two snowy, tall forms rising and swaying in rhythm with Qiwei's movements. Suddenly, two small, crimson buds emerged from the peaks, their rosy hue radiating an irresistible allure. Lu Yun let Ruai push him, remaining still in all directions, and suddenly extended both hands to grasp two small red dates—one in each hand. With a gentle press of her fingertips, she softly gasped. "Hey! I told you not to touch me, and yet you won't listen!" Ruai scowled, pulling her hands back to remove Lu Yun's fingers from the full, rounded peaks of her breasts. Lu Yun reluctantly retracted his hands, gazing at Ruai with a slightly crestfallen expression, her lips pouting. "Sister Ruai, are you really really angry?" "Of course I am!" Ruai crossed her arms, guarding against Lu Yun's potential next attack while sighing in mild displeasure. "So, how can I avoid making you angry?" Lu Yun asked with a smile. Ruai turned her eyes thoughtfully, pulling at the space that blocked her fully exposed body, then sat up and looked at Lu Yun. "Tell me who the Liu aunt is in your dreams, and I'll stop being angry." In fact, if Land Yun had merely called out to Mrs. Liu in his dreams, the rose would not have been so furious. After all, Mrs. Liu was a senior figure, and initially, the rose had never thought of it in that way. It wasn't until Land Yun kept calling out to Mrs. Liu while simultaneously tightly kneading her two snowy, round, full-bodied shoulders that she became completely incensed, thinking to herself: "This young man has even spared no effort to press the issue—how could he not want to know exactly what kind of woman she is, and why she holds such a special place in his heart?" In short, upon hearing Land Yun refer to Mrs. Liu, the rose felt jealous and pained. She was exceptionally beautiful, often proud of her appearance and figure, yet she hadn't expected that in Land Yun's dreams, the one he cherished most was someone else—someone who was even a senior figure. This deeply undermined her self-confidence. Land Yun thought for a moment and said, "She is a widow." "Rosa suddenly widened her eyes in surprise, asking, 'Xiao Yun, how come you haven't spared even a widow?' Lu Yun chuckled, saying, 'Vivian, I must admit there's a connection between me and Aunt Liu, and Aunt Liu's Water Curtain Cave is actually one of the Top Ten Treasures among women's renowned artifacts...' Top Ten Treasures? Rosa was well-informed about the Top Ten Treasures of women and gave Lu Yun a skeptical glance, asking, 'Are you serious? A widow, really, possesses one of these treasures?' Lu Yun laughed, saying, 'Vivian, what would I have to gain by deceiving you? Aunt Liu holds the 'Nine-Curves Courtyard'—one of the Top Ten Treasures.' 'Ah, that explains it...' Rosa, as if stunned, tore off her space cup and looked down at the lush grass covering her legs, murmuring, 'Compared to such treasures, I feel rather ordinary here.' Then, she sighed deeply, as if regretting that she herself wasn't one of the women endowed with such renowned artifacts. Lu Yun saw Qiangwei looking deeply saddened, and quickly comforted her: "Actually, it's not the name and status of Liu's wife that matters most—what truly matters is that she has always been kind to me, taking good care of me since I was young." Qiangwei had firmly believed from the start that Lu Yun was drawn to Liu's wife's renowned pavilion—the Nine-Curve Courtyard. Yet, despite her beautiful face and strong, vibrant figure—her chest particularly standing out with a proud, slightly reserved elegance—she felt deeply disappointed. After all, in the very qualities that attract men, she fell short of being the absolute ideal. This clearly undermined her long-standing self-confidence. No ads, full text with no errors—first published on 138 Books Website—www.13800100.com—your best choice! Please recommend: Search for novels on Baidu using the book title + "138kushu.com". Discover more excellent, error-free, fully text-first novel releases exclusively on 138kushu.com. 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