Chapter 1277: Watching the Show With her eyes slightly closed, Xue Huaing had already prepared herself, her heart full of anticipation, eagerly waiting for Lu Yun's arrival. After waiting for two minutes with no movement, Xue Huaing opened her eyes in confusion, gazing at Lu Yun with a look of curiosity. "What's wrong?" she asked softly. Lu Yun shook his head gently, smiling at Xue Huaing. "Then hurry up! I'm starting to lose my patience. How can you be so slow? It's almost time for us to really go all out and give it our all, yet you're still hesitating and dragging your feet." Xue Huaing's face flushed with mild displeasure. What she said was true—though the iron staff now no longer curled around Lu Yun like a beautiful serpent, Xue Hua Ying could still feel it pulsing vigorously and rhythmically, as if a red-hot iron rod were beating against her body. How could she bear this, with her skin already so itchy from the persistent irritation? In these two minutes of waiting, she could feel countless ants fighting inside her lower lips, so itchy that she wanted to reach down and scratch herself vigorously. Lu Yun remained still, smiling at her as always. Xue Hua Ying found herself puzzled, suddenly thinking of a rather unpleasant possibility—had this clumsy young man, in consultation with his cousin, deliberately arranged this scene just to watch her embarrass herself? At that moment, Xue Hua Ying's face turned instantly pale. Just as she was about to ask Lu Yun for clarification, suddenly a cool object pierced between her legs—long, cool, with small bumps or protuberances along its surface. Hua Ying was startled, quickly turning around to look back. Upon seeing the figure now standing behind her, her already strained complexion turned furious. With barely contained anger, she exclaimed at the woman who had appeared without any prior notice, "Cousin Zhang, people don't scare you—they scare you to death!" The cool sensation between her legs grew stronger and stronger. In the blink of an eye, that thing had materialized atop her lush, flower-covered mound. Looking down, she realized—her breath had been drawn by her cousin, who was gently rubbing her mound back and forth with a cucumber she was holding. It made perfect sense now why she had felt so familiar with the sensation of countless little bumps pressing against her body—her cousin had been gently rubbing her mound with that cucumber. At last, Xue Hua Ying’s fury erupted completely. She no longer cared about any sense of ladylike grace—after all, this woman wasn’t exactly a lady. The way she had just been persistently teasing Lu Yun with her playful, lingering touches was worlds away from the image of a proper lady. "Cousin, what do you mean? I’ve already given you the bed—so you can stay there and watch. But now I’m about to truly engage with Lu Yun, and you’re interrupting us again? Isn’t that enough?" Xue Hua asked with a burst of energy and indignation. Upon hearing this, Zhang Yunqian immediately adopted a look of someone who had been bitten by a dog yet didn't recognize a kind heart, pulling back the cucumber she had somehow produced from nowhere, and addressing her angrily-faced niece: "You, my dear, have always been thinking of my best interests. If I don't first use this cucumber to help open up your lower lip and sensitize your mouth, you'll definitely suffer terribly when Lu Yun really drives his sword through to the very core." "I don't need your interference. Even if I do suffer terribly, you mustn't come between us," Xue Hua was truly furious, speaking with no courtesy at all, showing absolutely no demeanor of a teacher, nor did she think of their blood relationship. Zhang Yunqian, on the other hand, remained completely unconcerned, shrugged, and said, "Very well, then—count me as one of those meddling bystanders." As she spoke, she tossed the cucumber aside and went straight back to the bed, her eyes full of amusement, ready to watch the show unfold. Seeing her sister finally yield, Xue Hua Ying seemed deeply stirred, addressing Lu Yun with determination: "Lu Yun, I've made up my mind. When you're with me later, plunge your thing all the way to the bottom—right through—right to the end. I won't believe it, after all, that a place capable of giving birth to a child can't endure your thing." With those words, Xue Hua Ying stood tall, like a warrior facing certain death, her head held high, awaiting Lu Yun's powerful assault. Zhang Yunqian watched, shaking her head with a smile—what a fool this girl was, really. Lu Yun's thing wasn't something anyone could easily handle; plunging it all the way down would surely leave her in no small discomfort. "Hua Ying, don't worry," Lu Yun reassured her, "I'll warm you up first." He didn't rush. There was plenty of time—enough for a whole night's worth of play. Then, he knelt down, carefully observing the dark, lush patch of skin beneath Xue Hua Ying's abdomen. As someone who has been there herself, Xue Huaing naturally knew that men always liked to play with a woman’s lower lips before actually doing the thing—especially when it was the first time the two had ever been together, when both were filled with curiosity about each other’s intimate areas. With great cooperation, Xue Huaing slightly parted her legs and took a deep breath, saying, “You young guy, my area’s already dripping with moisture—there’s really no need for you to do anything special.” Lu Yun chuckled, “I know—you’ve already opened up so much, I’ll have to rush to plug it. But since this is our first meeting, I’d still like to get a good look at exactly what your lower part looks like before I start.” Xue Hua Ying gave a light hum, not disputing Lu Yun's words, though she was growing increasingly anxious. She had already been waiting impatiently, and now, with Lu Yun constantly moving his fingers over her, she felt as though her body were turning into a blazing furnace, hot and restless. "Did you catch it well?" After a while, finally unable to bear the relentless pressure of Lu Yun's hands, her long legs began to tremble gently, and the trembling grew stronger and stronger—soon, she would no longer be able to support her own weight. At this moment, Lu Yun was gazing at her with sparkling eyes, fixed on the gushing spring that flowed continuously from the cave beneath her. The water was a slightly deeper hue, though not severe enough to resemble black fungus—Lu Yun breathed a sigh of relief. He had never really cared much for black fungus. "Hehe, just watch a bit longer, Hua Ying sister," Lu Yun said, continuing to gently manipulate the flowers and plants with his fingers. Don't rush. Can you not rush? If things don't get moving soon, I'm going to drive you crazy. Xu Huaying was furious, but Lu Yun wasn't about to act—she could only watch helplessly, with no solution in sight. Her legs trembled more and more, until she felt she could bear it no longer. Just as she was about to ignore everything and have Lu Yun help her rise, Lu Yun suddenly stood up. After wiping the water stains from her hands, she seemed completely transformed, and firmly said, "Ms. Huaying, turn around." Xu Huaying was startled at first, then instantly beamed with joy as she turned—only to have Lu Yun grasp her arm. Ride the horse carriage!