Chapter 1273: Many things are troubling me. In fact, what's really bothering Xue Hua Ying isn't just that she hasn't yet managed to produce a single drop of water—she's been feeling quite energized all along. It's only when it comes to the actual competition that she consistently fails to find her rhythm. Halfway through, the steady sound of water droplets falling from Zhang Yunqian keeps reaching her, and her heart grows increasingly restless. "Six Yun had already figured it out earlier and had mentioned it to Xue Hua Ying. You're just so eager to get more water, you're ruthlessly tormenting your own little mouth—what if, before our man even makes it inside, your lips and cheeks are already swollen and red from the strain? How can you possibly endure the powerful thrusts from a man like that?" After saying this simply, Six Yun walked toward Zhang Yunqian. When Xue Hua Ying heard Six Yun's words, she was momentarily stunned, unsure of the meaning behind his words, especially why he was now heading toward his cousin. Standing before Zhang Yunqian, Six Yun saw the excitement on her face and smiled to himself. He knelt down and said, "Qian-jun, there's plenty of water here." Zhang Yunqian looked up at Six Yun, smiled seductively, and replied, "Of course. Do you really think I'd lose to Hua Ying? While you two are busy eating ham and steamed buns, I'm going to make sure to contribute some soup and broth to the table." "6 Yun nodded and smiled, saying, 'Right, right, Qing姐 really thought of everything. Hey, just don't push it too hard, Qing姐—don't squeeze the little mouth below too much, or you'll never get a sip of soup tonight!' Zhang Yunqing nodded in understanding, gave 6 Yun a reassuring look, and then continued her efforts, gently kneading the incredibly delicate mouth with her hands. Maybe this girl is just trying to pull a fast one—unable to produce any water, pretending to be in pain. Although薛华英 didn’t understand why Zhang Yun had asked her to feign abdominal pain, she couldn’t help but feel the strong sensory stimulation as the water in her cousin’s cup filled up steadily, the clinking sound growing more intense. Without realizing it, she instinctively covered her abdomen and loudly cried out in pain. " Sister, the pain is unbearable—I’d better go rest for a while." Saying this, she entered the inner room, her face etched with suffering. "... " Zhang Yunqian opened her mouth, but nothing came out. She had been confident she would win, only to find that薛华英 suddenly fell ill—how could the competition now proceed? Even more frustrating was the fact that even after薛华英 withdrew due to her pain, it remained unclear who had actually won the final match. " Yun, what now?" Zhang Yunqian looked at Yun, utterly puzzled. Yun shrugged. " Sister, it's clear—you've won this round. Later, I and Huaying will both drink from your cup." Zhang Yunqian nodded slowly, still a bit stunned, wondering whether that was really the end of the match. Seeing Zhang Yunqian silent, Yun smiled faintly and said, "Qian姐, I'll go check on Huaying姐 first. If you'd like to continue, just go ahead and take care of things." Without waiting for Zhang Yunqian to respond, Yun walked straight toward the inner room. Xue Hua Ying hummed in agreement—the result was actually quite good, though she had lost to her elder sister. It wasn’t too embarrassing; what would truly have been unbearable would have been if, ten minutes later, she still couldn’t produce a single drop of water. As she was about to say something, she was suddenly and unexpectedly enveloped by a pair of strong arms—Yu Yun opened his arms and embraced her tightly. Undoubtedly, the two peaks at Xue Hua Ying’s chest were quite substantial. When Yu Yun unexpectedly held her close, those once upright peaks were immediately pressed against his chest, spreading a broad expanse of softness across his torso. "Hua Ying姐, you two are so soft!" Yu Yun chuckled, tightening his arms and holding her even closer. It felt almost like a illusion—Xue Hua Ying was held in the arms of Lu Yun, her heart pounding wildly, feeling quite nervous, as if she were experiencing the sensation of being first held in her husband’s arms when she was still a young girl. Her cheeks flushed warmly, and she gently pressed her face against Lu Yun’s solid chest, shy and bashful. "Never have I felt this way before. Is it because I'm about to do something so exciting with a man who is so much younger than me?" Xue Hua Ying’s thoughts swirled gently as she slowly closed her eyes, savoring the delightful anticipation before the storm. "Great! The two of you have already stuck together so quickly." Just as Lu Yun was about to take action toward Xue Hua Ying, the door creaked open, and Zhang Yunqian stepped in unexpectedly. Lu Yun chuckled, his face remaining calm and composed, still holding Xue Hua Ying, and turned to face Zhang Yunqian, saying, "Qian-jun, how did you manage to come in?" "Ten minutes have passed. If I don't come in, am I really going to stand here foolishly?" Saying this, Zhang Yunqian angrily raised her hand, and to her surprise, there was already half a cup of water in the glass she held. Yun and Xue Huaing were both stunned by this development. By heaven! In such a short time, she had managed to produce so much water. Xue Huaing knew that even if she didn't pretend to have stomach pain and made a real effort to gather water, she would still surely lose to her sister—she had never imagined that she could produce so much water from her lower body.