Chapter 1219: Are you afraid you might not see me? Under the relentless stream of Land Yun's words, Shī Yǔ finally slowly extended her right hand, yet felt utterly at a loss. "Land Yun, I can help you with my hands, but you have to keep an eye on Wang Dabao—make sure he doesn't see anything between us again." She said with a touch of concern, and without hesitation, her small hand reached down beneath Land Yun's desk, grasping his well-elevated member through his pants. "Don't worry, if Wang Dabao dares to keep bothering you, I'll give him a good dressing-down." Land Yun said while glancing at Wang Dabao's seat, then promptly leaned his head down onto the desk, enjoying the service provided by Shī Yǔ's hand. Though Shī Yǔ wasn't very experienced, she was very attentive—after all, Land Yun was now her man, and he deserved to be treated with care. Yet, sometimes, care and skill are not equal. In such cases, the poem is just like this—though she truly wishes to make Lu Yun comfortable, she hasn't been carefully trained by him to assist her beloved man with the dusting machine, so she still feels a bit awkward. Her hands move clumsily up and down, her heart pounding wildly, and she speaks softly, nervously asking, "Is this right? How do you feel?" Lu Yun hums in response, with a mischievous smile: "It feels quite good, actually—but..." As she listens to the first part of his reply, her mind calms a little, but when he takes a deep breath and adds "but," she instantly grows tense, gasping, "Did the injury from last time not fully heal yet? Then... then perhaps I should stop. Don't hurt yourself again." "No." "Lu Yun immediately pressed his hand against the one about to let go of his member, saying, "What's so urgent? It was purely accidental last time, and your injury has long since healed. What I'm referring to is the comfort you provided by hand—yet it still falls short of the comfort my little brother finds when he's nestled deep inside you." "You...," Po Yu suddenly realized, blushing deeply, and scolding, "You should have said so earlier! I was worried you'd be uncomfortable." "Po Yu, go on and caress me too," Lu Yun smiled brightly, not waiting for her response, and quickly extended his hand into the folds of her skirt, feeling the lush, grassy region beneath her underwear. Po Yu's body jolted suddenly, nearly emitting a soft sigh, yet as Lu Yun's fingers moved continuously within her skirt, the hand that had been holding his member gradually relaxed. By now, Po Yu wasn't sure whether she was giving Lu Yun a massage or whether Lu Yun was giving her self-pleasure. The class concluded in a tender scene between Lu Yun and Shi Yu, with the two of them thoroughly enjoying themselves—though their passionate moments remained subtle enough not to draw much attention. When the bell rang, Wei-Ge-Zhuo-Burnt-Chicken descended from the podium, glaring at Lu Yun with a look of unyielding disappointment. It seemed that, despite having once delivered a solid punch to Lu Yun that left him humiliated beyond measure—something no one had ever done before—Lu Yun had escaped being caught in the act during this class. Indeed, it was only natural that Wei-Ge-Zhuo-Burnt-Chicken remained vigilant, ever watchful of Lu Yun's every move. Originally, his intention had been to seat Lu Yun beside Wang Shi Yu, hoping that Lu Yun would grow restless and make some bold advances. After all, Wang Shi Yu had only recently transferred, and their acquaintance was still nascent. Based on his understanding of Lu Yun, the rather flamboyant young man, such a display of interest in Wang Shi Yu—still a young, beautifully developed girl in both body and appearance—would surely be a genuine attraction. Yet now it appears that Lu Yun and Shi Yu get along well, and have grown quite familiar with each other—there's no longer any scene of Shi Yu being teased by Lu Yun in class, shouting out in frustration or reporting the incident to the teacher, as originally intended. This is a far cry from the initial vision of the "crooked chicken roasted over a skewer." Failing at one strategy, the crooked chicken naturally seeks other means—she simply won't believe she can't catch Lu Yun off guard and settle the score. On the way to her office, the crooked chicken is utterly preoccupied, mentally devising every possible way to make Lu Yun stumble. As a class teacher, achieving this level of persistence is truly unusual. Suddenly, the crooked chicken's furrowed brow softens into a sly, cunning smile—she's likely come up with a plan to torment Lu Yun. "Hey! I didn't manage to get you out of the way of that lovely girl. Then let's try a different approach." With a cunning smile reminiscent of an old fox, the crooked-necked roasted chicken strolled slowly through the campus, glancing at the various beautiful girls along the way, heading steadily toward his office. ... Li Hongyu glanced at Lu Yun, who sat calmly at his seat, and then departed with Zhao Feiyan. Though Lu Yun had intended to get close to Hongyu, his own excitement still hadn't subsided. If he rose abruptly now, it would only draw attention from the other students, making his presence seem quite impressive. Thus, amid Hongyu's hopeful gaze, Lu Yun could only offer a warm smile. A few minutes later, the classroom was left with only Lu Yun and Shi Yu. Unable to bear the stillness any longer, Lu Yun said, "Shi Yu, let's go out. It's not very enjoyable doing all this inside the classroom. How about we head to the small forest outside the school?" "On the class, Shi Yu was made completely soft by Lu Yun, her lower body—still not fully explored by Lu Yun—already overflowing. With every movement of her body in response to Lu Yun's fingers, waves of passion surged forth. "But we don't have much time," Shi Yu stammered, her cheeks flushed and her eyes subtly shy, wanting to speak but finding it difficult to bring herself to do so. She actually wanted to make up for the incident last time. Having decided to fully give herself to Lu Yun, she naturally aimed for perfection. The only concern she had, however, was that she might once again hurt Lu Yun. On weekends, Shi Yu reflected deeply. From the way Lu Yun had approached her, it was clear that Lu Yun wasn't new to such experiences. Yet she couldn't understand why, despite being no longer a beginner, Lu Yun—such a strong and confident person—would get hurt during their intimate moments with her. Perhaps she had been too strongly enticing to Lu Yun, making him so eager to plunge into her body that he became overwhelmed and disoriented—despite his experience, under pressure, the sensitive part beneath might easily suffer. While doing so, she had to carefully regulate Lu Yun’s pace, not letting him rush too much, especially since she had never before been penetrated by anything there. Lu Yun’s eagerness only made her feel increasingly painful. "Just skipping classes," Lu Yun said with great confidence. "You...," Shi Yu frowned, scolding him, "Since we switched seats, I haven’t really paid attention to class at all. I don’t know what score I’ll get on the diagnostic exam. If I perform poorly, my parents will definitely make me transfer schools. Won’t you be afraid of never seeing me again?"