Chapter 1291: Reflections Actually, this question is quite simple and easy to answer. Why has Zhang Yunqian changed like this? Conversely, how many women who have shared a close relationship with Lu Yun have not undergone a complete transformation? The women from Cheng Taijian Village who have been involved with Lu Yun need not be mentioned here—though one woman certainly deserves special attention: Liu’s widow, who suddenly vanished without a trace. Li Guofo, living alone, endured constant mistreatment; Lin Shu was beaten by the two bald men, and Lu Yun never ceased to rescue them. To ordinary people, these acts might only evoke temporary admiration. Yet for Li Guofo and Lin Shu, these experiences had surpassed mere admiration—they had become deeply woven into the very fabric of their souls. As women of shared fate, they often thought more deeply about matters than other women of their age. Having endured relentless hardships in life, they deeply longed for a man like Lu Yun—someone who could protect them constantly, stay by their side, fulfill the role of a devoted wife, raise a family, and live a happy, peaceful life. Yet life, sometimes, is cruel. For Li Guofo and Lin Shu, such expectations were nearly luxuries, given the significant age gap between them. They found themselves unsure of how to face Lu Yun’s third aunt and uncle, let alone envision a lifelong partnership, a life of shared maturity and companionship until old age. Ah, it's fate that wonder never melts into reality! Xue Huaing keeps urging her cousin Zhang Yunqian, yet Zhang remains steadfast—she says, "If you want me to hurry, then hurry up!" Does she really intend to match me, only to be brought to the peak of passion within minutes by Lu Yun? It has now been proven that Xue Hua Ying was overconfident and underestimated Lu Yun entirely, thus ending up with no recourse but to suffer in silence. As a result, having learned her lesson, Xue Hua Ying now genuinely holds deep contempt for her cousin's slow and deliberate pace. This is mere opportunism—not the behavior of a truly accomplished woman! No matter how much Xue Hua Ying urges her, Zhang Yunqian continues to move at her own pace, as if in a tortoise-like procession. Zhang Yunqian isn't entirely driven by a desire to be rigidly competitive with her younger cousin; she genuinely wants to find out whether Lu Yun's persistent attentions will once again follow her little soft ball, never letting go. During their previous encounter, Zhang Yunqian had been so stunned that she momentarily believed Lu Yun's attentions were literally penetrating into the very core of her little soft ball. Zhang Yunqian, as a teacher, knows that there is indeed a small opening on the small soft ball inside her, but it is so tiny that it's almost negligible. If Lu Yun, such a large and solid man, truly went through it, Zhang Yunqian doubts that her small soft ball might even be burst outright by the sheer force of him. Therefore, Zhang Yunqian is now moving very slowly, simply trying to determine whether Lu Yun's body truly follows her small soft ball continuously, never letting go. When she previously discussed matters of romance with a female teacher from the school, the latter was quite surprised to share that her small soft ball possesses an inexplicable suction force—whenever a man engages with her and fully excites her, the ball draws his body ever deeper into her, steadily guiding it toward the very core. Zhang Yunqian listened intently, her face turning crimson. After all, wasn't the small soft ball on the west side of the woman simply used for pregnancy and childbirth? How could it be so magical, as the teacher described? Now that she thought about it, Zhang Yunqian felt as though the small soft ball in her own lower body might also have such a function—otherwise, why had Lu Yun's body always been pursuing hers? The more she reflected, the more convinced she became that Lu Yun's persistent advances were no longer just her imagination. Suddenly, as she slowly moved, she shook her disheveled long hair and offered Lu Yun a smile that seemed both enigmatic and uncertain. "Lu Yun," she said, "do you have any special sensations right now?" In truth, she wanted to ask whether the small soft ball inside her had some kind of suction power—only the presence of her cousin made it difficult for her to voice it directly. Lu Yun was currently engaged in intimacy with Zhang Yunqian, yet his mind was bustling with thoughts—scenes from earlier, such as Mrs. Liu and Lin Shu, flashed through his mind one after another. Upon hearing Zhang Yunqian's words, Lu Yun was momentarily taken aback, then chuckled gently. "Qian-jun, what exactly would you like me to describe?" Zhang Yunqian gave Lu Yun a withering look, sighed impatiently. "Right now, I'm carefully wrapping you up—asking you if you have any special sensations. Instead, you turn around and ask me whether you've truly been present with me. If your body is with me, yet your mind is elsewhere, then go ahead and enjoy yourself." With that, she pretended to grow irritated and prepared to slide off Lu Yun. Thus, Xue Hua Ying beside her was delighted beyond measure. She had long hoped that her cousin would finally give in and recover from Lu Yun, and now, just as she had anticipated, the two were on the verge of parting ways—meaning she would soon have another chance to face Lu Yun in a fierce battle of three hundred rounds. With this thought in mind, Xue Hua Ying was truly thrilled and prayed fervently that her cousin would soon recover from Lu Yun. Yet at that very moment, Lu Yun suddenly spoke up, gently trying to hold her back: "Qian姐, why are you so upset? I haven't done anything wrong—what makes you say such things?"