Chapter 1308: Disturbance—A Little Fanfare? Lu Yun merely gave that spot a light press—no real force at all—and clearly, Xue Hua Ying was genuinely trying to stick close to him. In the blink of an eye, Xue Hua Ying transformed into a passionate mermaid, her arms wrapping tightly around Lu Yun’s neck, her voice sticky and affectionate: “Just blow on me a bit, will you? Your lower part is flesh, so why should mine be just a lump of wood?” Lu Yun suddenly broke into a warm, sincere smile, his gaze fixed on Xue Hua Ying’s face—far from absolutely beautiful, yet possessing a distinct, mature charm. He said, “Hua Ying sister, I think we should just let it be. Let’s have Qian sister give you a gentle massage instead. Women’s hands are always softer and more tender than ours, after all.” With that, Lu Yun turned to Zhang Yunqian, blinked at her, and smiled warmly: “Qian sister, does this make sense?” Zhang Yunqian had always felt downcast, with a lingering sense of reluctance. It was all because of Lu Yun’s suggestion—now they were to drink the flowing spring from her mouth using only their mouths, which made her feel particularly uneasy and even slightly spine-tingling. Suddenly, hearing Lu Yun’s words, the focus of the criticism shifted squarely onto his cousin, Xue Huaing, and she felt a surge of delight. Though she didn’t quite understand Lu Yun’s intentions, and the two sisters were being kept on their toes by him, a temporary solution always offered them some breathing room. It was better to delay the moment when they had to drink from her mouth, rather than face such an awkward situation right now. Even though she knew this was yet another move by Lu Yun to tease and play with them, she still nodded,掩嘴 and smiled, saying, “Indeed, men are so clumsy and rough-handed—where is the tenderness of women’s hands?” Her words, however, were directed at her cousin, Xue Huaing. Xue Hua Ying hadn't expected Lu Yun to say something so profound. She had merely been trying to convey her feelings to him, to show how much she cared and how obedient she was—never imagining it would turn out this way. Yet, Xue Hua Ying wasn't entirely at a loss. Hearing her elder sister's playful laughter behind her, she turned to Zhang Yunqian and said, "Sister, if you agree to help me massage my back, then after you've finished, won't you let me and Lu Yun drink the spring water that flows from your lower body?" What a move! Zhang Yunqian immediately grew irritated, giving her younger sister a withering look, and replied, "You'll have to let me massage you first." Xue Hua Ying was quite大方, immediately withdrawing her hands from Lu Yun's neck after listening to Zhang Yunqian's words, adjusting her posture so she could face Zhang Yunqian directly, and smiling brightly: "Sister, then come on, take a look at my two snow peaks—have they become more supple than before?" Faced with her sister's so bold and composed demeanor, Zhang Yunqian was momentarily taken aback. How had this stubborn girl become so graceful and charming? Much more so than before—was it because she wanted to win Lu Yun's favor, hoping to have the chance to spend time alone with him after Zhang Yunqian was no longer around to share the moments with him? In truth, Zhang Yunqian had overthought it. Even if Xue Hua Ying hadn't done this, the events of tonight alone would have made it difficult for her to remain aloof. Staring blankly, Zhang Yunqian helplessly shifted forward, so as to extend both hands, and said to Xue Huaing, who was calm and composed, "Heping, I'll have to give it a try." "Go ahead," Huaing replied neatly and decisively. Clearly, she had instantly adjusted her mindset, knowing that with Lu Yun—currently full of all sorts of oddities—anything unusual would surely unfold tonight. In fact, she was more composed and at ease than her elder cousin, who had been living with Lu Yun for a longer time. Zhang Yunqian nodded and slowly extended her hands, gently pressing them onto her niece's two peaks. But after just two presses, she couldn't help but exclaim, "Heping, how do you maintain such vitality? At our age, your peaks still retain such elasticity, with absolutely no signs of sagging. Tell me, how do you manage this?" Ultimately, women are women—no matter how they may think about a matter internally, once they encounter someone who truly inspires their admiration, their true feminine nature emerges. Zhang Yunqian was no exception. As soon as she gently clasped her cousin’s two peaks with her hands, she suddenly realized that while the size of her cousin’s breasts was comparable to her own, there was clearly a superior elasticity in her cousin’s. After all, though Zhang Yunqian was slightly older than Xue Huaing, she had always placed great emphasis on her physical well-being. Indeed, women, regardless of their financial circumstances, always possess an innate desire to be beautiful. In the past, she had meticulously cared for her body precisely to keep her husband consistently interested in her. As the saying goes: behind every universally admired goddess lies a man who is so devoted to her that he often feels like he can’t keep up with her daily attention. No matter how beautiful a woman may be, men eventually begin to feel bored with her over time. Of course, this sense of boredom does not mean they no longer love her—it's merely a physiological response. It's much like a fine porcelain piece: no matter how exquisite it may be, after prolonged viewing and handling, it eventually causes visual fatigue and no longer evokes the same excitement it did when first acquired. Yet, only after Zhang Yunqian gently pressed her niece’s two peaks and massaged them carefully did she realize that, despite her niece’s carefree and indulgent nature, her body was exceptionally well-maintained—better than even her own. Upon hearing Zhang Yunqian’s words, Xue Huaing chuckled and said, "Sister, what's so surprising? After all, you've given birth, so those two peaks have naturally been gently sucked and caressed by both your children and my husband. I, on the other hand, haven’t given birth, so I naturally don’t have the same pride in my firmness." Zhang Yunqian suddenly understood. Yet at this moment, Lu Yun interjected, smiling, "Hua Ying, your snow peaks—have they been touched by your husband and children? What about yours?" The implication, of course, was once again turning to the romantic anecdotes of Xue Hua Ying. When Hua Ying heard her cousin praising the elasticity and firmness of her own snow peaks, her sense of pride was deeply satisfied. After all, men typically focus their admiration on a woman's bust—any woman with a well-developed chest, as long as she has a decent appearance, is naturally a favorite among suitors. With her two snow peaks standing tall and proud, Hua Ying would naturally attract more men's attention on the street. But Lu Yun's remark, however, was like a sudden cold shower, instantly extinguishing her pride. Hua Ying turned to Lu Yun, sighed in mild displeasure, and immediately launched her counterattack—this time, clearly targeting Zhang Yunqian. What's wrong with me? My cousin's two Snow Peaks—originally belonging only to my brother-in-law—aren't they now also being thoroughly trampled under your feet, this young fellow?