Chapter 1312: Afraid? Pfft! With determination firmly set, Xue Hua Ying resolved that this time she must succeed—otherwise, her cousin would surely come up with another scheme to reignite the flames and burn her once again. Thus, having already become a bullet shot from the gun, Xue Hua Ying would not afford her cousin the slightest opportunity. She lowered her voice, gave a soft cry, and in a flash of lightning, swiftly occupied Zhang Yunqian’s garden. Silence— The sudden turn of events caused Zhang Yunqian to gasp sharply. The feeling of being suddenly attacked made her feel momentarily disoriented, as though all her previous efforts and steadfastness had dissolved and vanished at once. Yet— Xue Hua Ying seemed to perfectly understand Zhang Yunqian’s current sensation. With both lips pressed firmly against the two large doors of the garden, she pulled and drew with intense force, completely dissolving Zhang Yunqian’s supposed defensive line beneath her determined breaths. After that sudden surge of exhilaration, Zhang Yunqian's foggy mind gradually began to clear. She felt the unusual sensations below and silently sighed: It seemed she would always fall short against Huaing's strength—she had finally allowed her to succeed. Hmph. Don't think for a moment that Lu Yun will forget about the task of tending to you. Hmph—she's been able to remember this matter for so long, yet the time she's spent tending to you is barely a few days. You'll see, you little pest—just wait until I use my scissors to carefully trim every single strand from your lower area. With that thought, Zhang Yunqian suddenly felt at ease. After all, she wanted to drink water—why not? Then, she'd treat you just like Lu Yun's little boy. Exhaling deeply to calm her racing heart, she leaned back, slowly settling into stillness, resting her head against the headboard and savoring the delicate oral attentions from her younger sister. To be honest, Zhang Yunqian actually really admired her flamboyant cousin, Xia Huaying—her mouth was truly remarkable. When it came to verbal skills, Zhang Yunqian knew there was a definite gap between herself and her cousin. Yet this didn’t discourage her at all; instead, she simply enjoyed savoring the service her cousin provided. Lu Yun was right—men’s hands and mouths were inherently less gentle than women’s. At this moment, the gentler, more soothing sensation Xia Huaying brought through her mouth far surpassed Lu Yun’s more assertive, conquering style. Still, Zhang Yunqian felt as though something was missing without that initial roughness and boldness. At that moment, Lu Yun, who had been quietly observing, suddenly stepped forward and gave Zhang Yunqian a cheerful grin. "Qian, look—Huaying's already busy. I can't just stand idle either. Huaying has taken over my lower half, so I'd like to give this freshly red, lush upper mouth a taste—oh, and don't forget these two snowy steamed buns; they're definitely not to be missed." Zhang Yunqian gave Lu Yun a withering look. After all, it wasn't your brilliant idea, was it? How else could it be that Huaying, a woman, has claimed the part of the body that belongs exclusively to men? "Go on, cool off over there—I don't have time for you." Zhang Yunqian’s tone was slightly agitated, yet she straightened her posture slightly against the head of the bed. Her naturally rosy, alluring lips parted gently—whether due to Lu Yun’s advancing movements or simply because her cousin’s mouth had been so incredibly soothing, a steady stream of warm, fragrant breath escaped from between the slightly opened lips, accompanied by soft, delicate murmurs. “Cousin, you’re truly touched,” Lu Yun chuckled, then turned to薛 Huaying, who was diligently working between Zhang Yunqian’s legs. “Huaying, your skills are impressive! In such a short time, you’ve already stirred such warmth in Qing. Hehe, keep going—see if, just with your mouth, you can bring Qing to that exquisite peak of pleasure.” Zhang Yunqian’s soft, delicate sighs, Xue Huaing naturally heard. Since she’d successfully launched her surprise attack, she’d been closely observing her cousin’s every move. Now, seeing her cousin stirred by her own attentions, the woman immediately let out a quiet chuckle in her mind: In her own family circle, they’ve always said I’m wildly untamed and loose. Now, even your renowned pure and refined cousin has been stirred by me—a woman whose reputation isn’t exactly pristine. Hmph. Indeed, I’ve got more water than she does. And the grass… Ah, the grass! As soon as she recalled Lu Yun’s promise to shave off her body hair, and felt the gentle brushing of her cousin’s lush grass against her face, a mischievous thought instantly bloomed in her mind. To the point where, even with her mind filled with all sorts of distractions, she forgot to respond to Lu Yun's words, merely mentally calculating whether, when her aunt mentioned again that Lu Yun should be assigned to mow the grass for her, she could simply say, "Ah, Auntie, then I shall not be fair to you at all!" Thus, Xue Hua Ying grew even more excited, diligently using her mouth to stimulate Zhang Yunqian's lower lips. Whether it was due to Zhang Yunqian's increased movements or some other reason, in any case, Zhang Yunqian had now reached the peak of pleasure—merely the alluring red lips alone were no longer limited to just a few soft, low murmurs. This was not solely due to Xue Hua Ying's efforts; Lu Yun, too, played a significant role. As I just mentioned, Lu Yun had been making moves on Zhang Yunqian—indeed, this young man had already been busy with her, unable to reach her lower lips, while other parts of her body eagerly awaited Lu Yun’s attentions. With their seamless coordination, Zhang Yunqian found herself utterly at a loss, only wanting to let out a loud, heartfelt cry to release the deep, pleasurable sensations building within her. "Hey, Yunqian, if you want to call out, just go ahead and let it out loud," Lu Yun teased, with a mischievous smile. Stimulated by Lu Yun, Zhang Yunqian’s mind still struggled to catch up, and before she could react, she erupted into a thunderous cry—so powerful it surpassed even the combined volume of her and her cousin, Xue Huaing’s earlier calls. Back then, though they had both been vocal, they had consciously restrained themselves, fearing that someone passing by outside would hear them. In fact, at that time, few students had come out to play. But Zhang Yunqian still jumped in surprise at her own voice—the decibel level was strong enough to penetrate the house and spread far and wide through the night air. If someone happened to pass by, wouldn’t they surely notice? At that moment, Xue Huaing also lifted her head, looking at her sister’s startled expression and chuckling, “Sister, what’s wrong? Are you scared?”