Chapter 1302: Cutting grass with scissors... "...Originally, I had come out to give my cousin a scolding, to make her more alert. Instead, her lengthy explanation left Zhang Yunqian completely speechless, nodding occasionally in agreement. Seeing her aunt now convinced, Xue Huaing chuckled lightly and leaned in close to Zhang Yunqian, whispering softly, 'Sister, could you tell me what that mysterious, wonderful sensation was like when you and Lu Yun were making love?' Zhang Yunqian, now rendered speechless by Xue Huaing’s words, smiled gently upon hearing her cousin’s question—seeming to find a little comfort in it—and replied, 'Ah, that one can only truly feel it, not fully describe it. You’ll have to experience it yourself later. As for whether you’ll actually sense that feeling, I’m not sure. It might vary from person to person. Perhaps only I myself can truly feel it.' Xue Hua Ying nodded, though inside she was far from convinced. If her cousin could sense it, then so could she. "Sister, let's go back now. Look at the time—it's still early. We should make the most of the remaining hours and squeeze every bit out of Lu Yun before we lose our chance." Xue Hua Ying didn't hesitate on whether or not she could experience that wonderful sensation—she believed that if it had to be felt rather than explained, then any verbal description was simply false. She never doubted her cousin's and Lu Yun's account of the matter, though she was certain there must be some subtle nuance she hadn't yet noticed. She wasn't at all concerned about that. Zhang Yunqian now genuinely admired her younger cousin. Nodding in agreement, the two prepared to enter the house. Suddenly, however, Zhang Yunqian furrowed her brow, pulling at Xue Hua Ying's arm with concern. "Yingzi, whether you've truly sensed Lu Yun's intentions or are simply thinking of something else, are you really going to have him remove all those plants and flowers beneath your bed?" "This is precisely what Zhang Yunqian is most concerned about. Honestly, she doesn't want to see her younger sister, Lu Yun, systematically removing all the flowers and plants from the little hillock below. If things really went that way, perhaps by tonight Lu Yun would find herself completely shaved bald herself. Xue Huaing chuckled, "Sister, don't worry about that. As long as I can experience that mysterious, wonderful sensation you're describing, how would it matter if Lu Yun completely shaved off all the grass and plants on the hillock? After all, women—especially women of our age—find it quite a challenge to meet someone so strong and capable. To truly enjoy such a relationship, some sacrifices are naturally expected!" Seeing that her sister still didn't quite grasp her point, Xue Huaing added, "Sister, don't you think someone as strong and capable as Lu Yun is truly rare and hard to come by?" Upon hearing this, Zhang Yunqian nodded seriously. "That's it, isn't it? We've already said this several times while we were in the house—no matter how Lu Yun kills us, we've never had a grudge. Now he's only asking to shave off my underarms. Compared to killing us outright, what's this really going to cost us? Sister, don't you think so?" Now,薛华英's attitude made Zhang Yunqian seem rather foolish. Zhang Yunqian nodded again, finally gaining a full understanding of her sister's mindset—she's someone who's willing to give up her life once she's truly happy. She couldn't help but wonder if she had made the right decision in bringing her here this time! With deep breaths, she said, "Then, since you've already made this clear, I won't say much more. Just go in and act according to the situation when we enter the house." Xue Hua Ying smiled and then pushed open the door to the inner room, stepping inside with a confident air, as if everything had already been decided—provided that he didn’t die tonight, he could play his game however he pleased! …… At that moment, Lu Yun was lying on the bed, seemingly dozing off, but in truth he was in a state of intense self-excitation, because he had been thinking about Yang Yanping—the only hope and lifeline he now had. Though he didn’t know what the final outcome would be, he hoped his feelings weren’t mistaken, and that Yang Yanping would help him deal with the ancient-dressed figure in his dreams. Ideally, he hoped that figure—growing increasingly frightening to him—would finally vanish entirely. Xue Hua Ying said nothing, her gaze intensely focused on Lu Yun's body. At this moment, Lu Yun's usually soft member had regained its strength, now standing tall and proud, like a furious dragon proudly displaying its might to their sisterly pair. Zhang Yunqian was stirred—having shared numerous intimate moments with Lu Yun, she knew well that his member was capable of rising quickly. The reason it had only now lifted itself with such dignity and confidence, she suspected, was due to the presence of her cousin, Xue Hua Ying. As for Lu Yun's specific thoughts on the matter, she simply couldn't know—only he, the stubborn young man, could. Yet, what brought her comfort was that her cousin wasn't as naive as she had imagined; in fact, she was even more perceptive than she herself was. "Oh?" Lu Yun smiled warmly, as though he had anticipated this, and asked, "Then, have you two thought of any good ways to handle this situation?" "Of course, tonight I'll make sure you don't get squeezed dry," Zhang Yunqian sneered, then turned her gaze toward Xue Huaing. Huaing, however, sighed and gracefully walked over to the bed, naturally gripping Lu Yun's member, and said, "You've always just wanted to trim the grass at my lower end—well, I'll grant you that now. Shall I let you go ahead and do it right away?" As she spoke, she pulled out the scissors hidden beneath the pillow without informing Zhang Yunqian. Upon seeing her cousin retrieve the scissors from beneath the pillow, Zhang Yunqian immediately realized things had gone south—Lu Yun would surely think she had told Huaing about the hidden scissors. Huaing, Yingzi, you've really managed to embarrass me this time! Zhang Yunqian felt utterly frustrated. Though she had told Huaing that Lu Yun intended to trim the grassy patch at her lower end, she hadn't mentioned that the scissors were actually tucked beneath the pillow. Now it was all settled—her well-intentioned efforts to help Yingzi had, in the end, buried her own. Just as she intended to explain a few words, Xue Hua Ying smiled gracefully at Lu Yun and said, "Little Yun, aren't you planning to use this pair of scissors to weed the little hillock beneath my skirt?"