Chapter 1234: Fully Matured Feng Ying "Ah, you mentioned earlier that you wanted to visit someone—was it someone from our village?" It seemed as though she didn't want to dwell too much on her past, so after helping Lu Yun dress, Xiao Huan casually changed the subject. Lu Yun nodded. His father-in-law’s condition was still unclear—checking the time, he felt it would be better to go over and see him personally. After all, his father-in-law had cancer; if things took a turn for the worse, how would Ting Ting and her mother bear it? "I'm going to visit my classmate's father—he too has cancer…" Xiao Huan interrupted before Lu Yun finished. "You mean Feng Ying’s husband, right?" Lu Yun nodded. After all, they were from the same village, and it wasn't surprising that someone with such a serious illness as cancer would be affected. At that moment, Xiao Huan playfully bit into one of her own fingers, looking puzzled and murmuring to herself, "It's strange. After all, Mr. Fengying was diagnosed with cancer—a disease that simply can't be cured by money. I heard recently that the whole Fengying family had already prepared for the worst. Yet, just a few days ago, when Mr. Fengying returned home, his complexion had noticeably improved. In fact, I've seen him sitting in the garden enjoying the sun lately, looking quite spirited. Could it be that his cancer has actually been cured?" Just then, before Lu Yun could speak, Xiao Huan shook her head again, saying, "No, that doesn't make sense. Cancer isn't curable—surely he must have found some folk remedy, or perhaps it's just a final surge of strength. Oh, if it's the latter, then Mr. Fengying surely doesn't have much time left. If Mrs. Fengying is to be a young widow, raising her two daughters on her own, the life she's leading must truly be quite difficult." %&*";” Lu Yun smiled warmly at Xiao Huan. Just a moment ago, this young woman, still chilled by her own misfortunes, now found herself worrying about the well-being of Feng Ying's family—proof of Lu Yun's pure kindness and deep compassion. Lu Yun chuckled, “I’m not sure yet whether this is a final resurgence of strength, but I’ll go check and find out.” He deeply trusted the medicine prepared by the bearded uncle, knowing it contained his own blood—blood drawn in substantial amounts. Xiao Huan nodded gently, no longer sad at Lu Yun’s eagerness to leave. She neatly arranged his garments and said with a soft voice, “Then go ahead, sister. I won’t keep you.” “Yes,” Lu Yun bent down, kissed the top of Xiao Huan’s cheek, and whispered, “Sister Xiao Huan, I’ll come to see you as soon as possible. Today you didn’t feed me well. Next time, I’ll make up for it—doubly, even. I’ll take a moment to feel you, and see if you’ve also been hungry.” "As she spoke, Lu Yun suddenly reached between Xiao Huan's legs, running his hand over the soft, furry area. Instantly, his entire palm and fingers were submerged in a steady stream of water, emerging damp and refreshed. Lu Yun smiled gently and said, "Miss Huan, it seems you haven't had enough to eat. How about I give you another piece of ham to try?" Xiao Huan huffed, blushing deeply at her own bodily response, and murmured with a delicate tone, "When you first mentioned you were leaving, I had hoped you'd stay and feed this hungry cat of yours. But now that you truly have matters to attend to, I'll have to wait until next time. I'm not particularly hungry—just don't delay your affairs." How much she longed for that moment, Lu Yun had finally come to see her after so many days of loneliness and quiet longing—how could one visit truly satisfy her? Yet, Xiao An knew that the young man before her wasn't just hers—indeed, he wasn't even truly hers. They seemed like people from two entirely different worlds, and it was already a rare thing for them to share even a single moment of intimacy. More importantly, Xiao An understood that if a woman became too attached to her beloved, over time, small frictions would inevitably arise. That wasn't what she desired. She longed for simply being together, happy and content—whether it was just after landing back home with Lu Yun, where she'd be momentarily overwhelmed by his attentions, even if only briefly, yet still joyful. "Alright, it's getting late now. You'd better go. You still have classes at school." "Okay, Xiao An姐. I'll head off now. Just remember to take good care of yourself and look fresh." "Lu Yun chuckled, his hands unconsciously tormenting the small ring on her chest, leaving her breathless and flushed with every touch, before finally pausing, turning to walk toward the door. "Such a troublesome boy," Liang said, her cheeks rosy as if she'd just drunk wine, stepping out of the room alongside Lu Yun, completely unafraid of being seen in her bare form. Lu Yun pushed the cart, gazing at the naked Liang, and smiled, "Liang, you really shouldn't be sending me off anymore. Now that you're my woman, I don't want anyone to see your body when you're doing it—hey, after this, your body will only be touched and seen by me..." He paused mid-sentence, his gaze lingering on the dense, dark expanse beneath her abdomen, leaving the unspoken implication clear. Liang's heart skipped a beat, blushing and scolding, "There's never a moment when things are serious! Well, then, I won't send you off after all—otherwise, I'll feel too attached to you as you go." "Sayin' that, Xiao Huan truly didn't hesitate, stepping inside the house with no lingering glance. Lu Yun stared in astonishment at her back—smooth and graceful, the two full, lush buttocks, gently swaying with each movement of her legs, undulating enticingly. Watching her, Lu Yun was so captivated he almost threw the vehicle into the air, rushing to carry her straight into the large bedroom and make love to her properly. What a woman—she truly had the power to drive one to the brink. As he admired her, Lu Yun forced down the urge to make love to her again, pushing the vehicle steadily toward the gate, afraid that just one more glance at her body would leave him utterly helpless. Meanwhile, Xiao Huan watched Lu Yun push the vehicle out of the courtyard, herself leaning against the door, her fingers gently tracing the two full, ample breasts resting on her chest. She seemed to be thinking of something, chuckling softly, then stepped directly into the kitchen. Within moments, the kitchen echoed with a sound that sent men's blood rushing to their heads. … After leaving Xiao Huan’s house, Lu Yun oriented himself and rode directly toward Tingting’s home. On the way, Lu Yun suddenly recalled Feng Ying’s shy demeanor. Though now nearly forty, Feng Ying’s full figure and her lingering, hesitant grace remained vivid in Lu Yun’s mind—unfading and ever-present. If Xiao Huan was a joyful young girl just beginning to experience life, then Feng Ying was a woman fully matured, so refined and accomplished that she stirred deep longing in men simply by being seen.