Chapter 1305: Dense and crowded "姐姐，你就让我尝尝吧？" Seeing her elder sister trying to evade her and now already beneath the bed, it seemed clear that if she continued chasing, the two would have to play a full game of tag inside the room. Zhang Yunqian looked at her younger cousin with a look of genuine difficulty, her face creased with concern. "Yingzi, did you really listen to me?" Xue Hua'ing sat on the bed, her eyes clear and bright, smiling gracefully. "I listened, sister. I didn't feel at all awkward or embarrassed. If I win, all I'll ask is for Xiao Yun to simply describe what it's like—then I'll be completely at ease and let you be the first to taste what's down there." "...” Zhang Yunqian heard her cousin's words and felt instantly embarrassed. Indeed, how could this be—her cousin, who had surely been more experienced than she in every way, had managed to say something that made her feel completely uncomfortable. Sighing in resignation, Zhang Yunqian said, "Ying, although we've always been sisters and used to play around together—touching each other's bodies and all that—those were back when we hadn't married yet. Now that we're both married, each with our own husbands, and we're doing something so unusual, I'm not as comfortable as you are." As soon as she finished, Xue Hua Ying interjected, "Sister, I've always known you were hesitant. When I came over, I even specifically asked you—why would you make me share this with other men? At first, you told me that now we're both married, each with our own families and husbands, but don't forget this: we're actually sharing one man together. Just now, didn't Land Yun's man get involved in our shared space—the very place we've always called our sanctuary?" "As I was saying, Xue Hua Ying looked rather frustrated at Zhang Yunqian and continued, 'Moreover, I've been accidentally involved with Lu Yun once, while you've been involved twice—have you not already experienced that magical and wonderful sensation? I still haven't the faintest idea what it feels like! Sister, won't you leave me with regret tonight?' Wow, just two sentences, and Zhang Yunqian was completely at a loss for words. Yet in her heart, she still felt a lingering resistance—wasn't it truly going to be her turn for her younger sister to lean down and drink the precious stream flowing from her own lower part? Just as Zhang Yunqian was caught off guard, Xue Hua Ying quietly approached her side, gently shaking her arm and saying, 'Sister, don't overthink it. After all, we've already gone through those rather awkward moments—why not let me have a sip from your stream? If you're still uncomfortable, why don't you try drinking from mine first? Wouldn't that work?'” Zhang Yunqian was once again defeated by her cousin's unreserved words. Staring blankly at Xue Huaing, she smiled bitterly, saying, "Yingzi, it seems tonight I'm going to have no choice but to face this fate." "This isn't a disaster—it's a fortune. If it weren't for this lucky coincidence tonight, do you think in all my life I'd ever get to taste the water flowing from your lower part? Haha, I already told you, if you feel embarrassed, just drink from my mouth first." With that, Xue Huaing pulled Zhang Yunqian to the bed, sat down herself, and didn't even glance at Lu Yun. She simply spread her legs apart, revealing the lush, dense mound of flesh completely uncovered to Zhang Yunqian's view. Faced with such openness from Xue Huaing, Zhang Yunqian was utterly stunned—she had never expected her cousin to follow through, truly wanting her to sip from the little opening at her own lower part. "Yingzi, you've grown so many beard hairs on your lower lip—they might actually pierce my beautiful face," Zhang Yunqian took a deep breath, then quickly said this. Since her cousin had been steadily pressing for her to drink the spring water flowing from her own mouth, why not now reignite the flame and redirect it onto her? Thus, Zhang Yunqian swiftly thought through the situation and immediately struck at the core of薛 Huaying's concern. Indeed, upon hearing her cousin's words,薛 Huaying's face immediately changed, uncertain whether it was out of dissatisfaction with the remark or genuinely afraid of being drawn into the heat of the situation—either way, her expression was quite amusing. With a dry, forced laugh, she turned to her cousin and said, "Sister, we're currently carrying out something you haven't yet finished—how come it's now being brought up on me?" "Yes,姐说得确实有道理。姐现在确实想喝口水了，可你瞧瞧你那小嘴儿，嘴唇上长了这么多胡子。你自己说，要是姐把嘴凑过去，会不会被扎到呢？" Saying this, Zhang Yunqian gracefully touched and admired her own beautiful and delicate face with both hands, as if to imply: "If my face gets poked by all those whiskers on your little mouth, will you be able to afford it?" As she spoke, her gaze naturally turned toward Lu Yun, hoping to see if he was captivated by her words and would be willing to take the first move—perhaps even start with her younger sister. Even if, later on, she ended up being gently consumed by both of them with their mouths, she felt that would be far better than the current situation. In the end, it all comes down to one thing: Zhang Yunqian's little selfishness drove her to want the table's younger sister's hair trimmed first by Lu Yun, so that if she herself had to drink from the spring with the two of them, she wouldn't be teased by her sister later on. Xue Huaing had the same thought—by so willingly offering her own lower lips to her elder sister for drinking and eating, she wasn't aiming for anything else but to preserve the dark, lush patches of grass on her own little mound. Yet now, her elder sister has ignited the conflict so swiftly and unexpectedly, leaving Xue Huaing feeling rather unsettled. As the saying goes, "Wild grass can't be burned down; when spring wind blows, it grows again." That's true, but if Lu Yun really trims her own underhair, how long will it take before it regrows to the current dense, lush state? Xue Hua Ying didn't mind the fuss, but if she really cleared away the weeds from the small hillock at the back, when her husband wanted to do something intimate, he'd just touch it—well, what used to be a lush, flower-filled hillock would now be a bare, sun-baked mound, and Xue Hua Ying herself wouldn't know how to explain that to her husband. Perhaps this was Xue Hua Ying's self-deception—could a woman whose very bones were sensitive really care about her husband's feelings? The answer remained unknown, and only Xue Hua Ying herself could resolve it.