Chapter 1245: Convincing, it was entirely different from Feng Ying's expectations. Lu Yun showed absolutely no intention of moving straight into the main point. Feng Ying looked at Lu Yun, utterly at a loss, her hands unsure where to place them—seemingly having lost their purpose once she had let go of Lu Yun's presence. "Feng Ying, are you feeling nervous?" Lu Yun gently held her in his arms, watching her expression of confusion and wonder. A cylindrical object pressed firmly against her lower abdomen, causing Feng Ying's body to tremble suddenly. Upon hearing Lu Yun's question, she instinctively responded, her face unconsciously resting against his chest, her heart fluttering with emotion. "Relax. You've done so much for me—now let me do something for you, just as you've done for me. It will surely be a completely different experience for you." Lu Yun guessed that even if he returned to school now, he’d surely be late. Faced with Feng Ying’s just-made extreme move, he had no other thought but to let her experience what true intimacy between a man and a woman felt like. Upon hearing Lu Yun’s words, Feng Ying suddenly realized—he was going to do exactly what she had just done, having him use his mouth to take her lower lip into his mouth as well? “Xiao Yun… this… this…” Feng Ying hesitated, feeling deeply embarrassed just from having Lu Yun’s body enter hers. If he now used his mouth to take her lower lip, wouldn’t he have to see it clearly, not just touch it? And if Lu Yun then used his hands to open the two doors at the entrance, to gaze at the scene inside, how would she manage that? Feng Ying hesitated. She had never experienced something like this before, let alone having a man—someone who might one day become her son-in-law—watch her while she showed him the inside of her. Last time they were together, Landun might have seen it, too. But at that time, neither of them had fully relaxed. Even if Landun had seen it, he probably only caught glimpses of the external scene—the inner sanctuary, guarded by two broad, breathing doors, which he likely hadn’t truly observed. At most, he had touched the inside. And then—then, when Landun’s body actually entered her, she finally realized how wonderful it could feel for men and women to engage in such intimate acts. Having experienced the previous baptism, Feng Ying now knew the delightful sensations involved. But now, Lu Yun proposed to use his mouth to attend to her lower part—this once again highlighted the young man's advantages and fresh approach. %&*"; After all, he's young—she had lived this long, and had only just now used her mouth to assist Lu Yun, and this was the very first time for her. Unaware that, for Feng Ying, this was a first, it was already a common occurrence for Liu Fengyi and her two sisters. At the root of it all, Feng Ying remained overly conservative, and her father-in-law, a traditional and reserved man, had never introduced any novel techniques or dynamics in their intimate moments. As a result, even at thirty-something, Feng Ying still knew only the ordinary positions for couples in bed. However, meeting Lu Yun—a young man who had long since explored the world of romance—meant that Feng Ying's life would undoubtedly undergo significant transformation. Feeling the handle in her hands grow more lively, Feng Ying glanced at Lu Yun once more, then finally closed her eyes and nodded, signaling her readiness to follow Lu Yun's arrangements. Seeing Feng Ying agree, Lu Yun felt a surge of joy. He tightened his arms around her, instantly cradling her entirely in his embrace, then turned and walked toward the clean, neatly wiped cabinet that Feng Ying had just polished. "Ms. Feng, please sit there. I'll take care of the rest. All you need to do is enjoy yourself." Lu Yun placed Feng Ying on the cabinet, smiled at her with a reassuring expression, and then bent down, lifting up Feng Ying’s long skirt. “Xiao Yun…” As a woman, Feng Ying naturally knew what was below her. Seeing Lu Yun lift her skirt to her waist, she quickly held his hands that were about to separate her legs, blushing, and said, “Xiao Yun, I… I haven’t washed myself yet. Shouldn’t I wash first and then proceed?” As Feng Ying finished speaking, a warm glow flashed in Lu Yun’s eyes. He shook his head decisively, saying, “Ms. Feng, I’d like to experience your true essence right now. The sensation after washing simply can’t compare to this.” What Lu Yun said is true—women invariably carry some unusual odors, especially when it's summer. The small opening at the lower part of a woman's body emits a particularly strong scent, and when various odd smells blend together, it's as if a chaotic stew has been created. Without proper cleansing, even the woman herself may find it hard to bear, and for women with a strong sense of hygiene, it becomes almost unbearable. Nevertheless, most women actually enjoy this aroma, provided it's not caused by a gynecological condition—most can tolerate it. Of course, nothing is absolute: some men prefer to engage in these activities only after the woman has thoroughly cleansed herself. Yet, fundamentally, humans are still intelligent beings—animals whose intelligence determines their nature. As animals, they naturally exhibit distinctions between male and female. Once that distinction exists, the scent emitted by the female becomes a powerful aphrodisiac, irresistibly captivating the male. And this allure came from the scent emanating from the little mouth beneath her. That's why Lu Yun had gently declined Feng Ying's request to wash her thoroughly. He wanted to savor the most authentic Feng Ying, not one carefully tailored to please him. "But Xiao Yun, I washed myself last night, and it's been a long time since then—there should be a rather unpleasant odor..." As she spoke, Feng Ying's face flushed deeply. The words she had once found difficult to utter now flowed out repeatedly before Lu Yun, and she felt as though she had transformed—no longer the dutiful, conventional woman she used to be. Fearless! This is Lu Yun’s firm answer to Feng Ying. The only condition is that Feng Ying must release her hold, allowing both of them to fully open up—not only in physical intimacy, but also in emotional connection—so that only through the perfect union of soul and body can they truly experience the essence of the fleeting yet joyful male-female intimacy. After a moment of hesitation, Feng Ying finally nodded in agreement with Lu Yun’s suggestion, leaning back until her shoulders gently touched the cool wall. Seeing Feng Ying take tangible action, Lu Yun naturally moved without delay. Seizing the moment when Feng Ying was filled with emotion, he swiftly spread her snow-white legs apart, revealing the white underpants once again before him. This time, she observed more clearly. The full, rounded mound was wrapped in a white briefs, swelling out as if it contained a white steamed bun—no, more accurately, a delicate pink steamed bun. Land Yun had seen it previously. The small, pink mouth beneath Feng Ying remained softly pink, slightly deeper than Ting Ting’s, yet exuding the subtle, mature warmth befitting a woman fully seasoned in life. Feng Ying, though her eyes were closed, could feel Lu Yun's intense, glowing gaze fixed firmly on the area covered by her underpants. A surge of warmth rippled through her heart—not out of fear, but out of bashfulness. How could it be that a boy who was once her junior was now so attentively gazing at her lower body? Unexpectedly, her body's response had long since surpassed her control. A powerful, surging wave of moisture surged forth, making her already damp underpants even more overwhelmed. At that moment, Lu Yun's fingers had slowly ascended along the length of her legs, finally reaching the triangular region. Gently brushing the few stray hairs that had调皮ly emerged from the edge of her underpants, he continued to caress the area with ever-increasing tenderness. The more gently Lu Yun moved, the more Feng Ying found it unbearable—the deep, creeping itch rising from her very core, making her entire body tremble softly with each motion of Lu Yun’s fingers, her breath suddenly becoming rapid and shallow, sending ripples through her chest. This was exactly it. In her heart, Feng Ying was shouting—this very sensation, this near-suffocating pressure, was precisely what Lu Yun’s fingers were now creating. “Feng Ying, my pants are wet,” Lu Yun said suddenly. Feng Ying instinctively tightened her legs, but Lu Yun, as if he had anticipated her move, had already positioned himself with both hands supporting her, preventing her from doing so. With a mischievous smile, he said, “Feng Ying, don’t… I actually prefer this way now.” As if to prove he hadn’t been lying, Lu Yun suddenly pressed his fingers firmly onto the mound of her body, now gently wrapped in her damp underpants. Ah… Finally, with Lu Yun's tangible movements, Feng Ying couldn't help but emit a soft, delicate gasp. "Xiao Yun, don't... don't touch anywhere..." she said, her face flushed as she gazed at him. Naturally, Lu Yun didn't follow Feng Ying's instructions. While watching her, he gently moved his fingers over the small mound, massaging and caressing, then inhaled deeply and said, "Feng Ying, doesn't this feel good?" Feng Ying didn't know that her sudden outburst had already stirred Lu Yun's passion to the core. If it weren't for his intention to fully conquer her, he would have already launched into action, thoroughly exploring her body with his movements. "No..." she shook her head, her cheeks still crimson, yet she couldn't resist the persistent pressure of his fingers. As soon as she finished speaking, another involuntary gasp escaped her lips. Lu Yun chuckled, not denying it outright, but you can't ignore the physical reactions, can you? Those reactions speak the most convincing truth—more persuasive than anything spoken from the mouth.