Chapter 1319: Burning with fire? Xue Huaing was stunned. Although at the beginning she had indeed been determined to face death with resolve, intending to take the initiative and win over Lu Yun's favor, things had changed now. After Lu Yun posed this question, Xue Huaing found herself unexpectedly unprepared. Under his continuous questioning, she stammered for a long time, finally unable to utter a single word. Zhang Yunqian, standing by, quietly smiled. Hearing her cousin's laughter, Xue Huaing turned to her and gave her a withering look—almost ready to launch a direct retort: What's so funny? Didn't you used to have me on my back, serving you with my mouth all along? What's there to be proud of? In fact, Xue Hua Ying misunderstood Zhang Yunqian. Zhang Yunqian had been smiling because her younger sister was so eager. Indeed, she had been closing her eyes and pretending to be asleep, but she had listened intently to every word of Lu Yun and Hua Ying’s conversation. She silently sighed at her sister’s selfless dedication—how, in the end, it had left her feeling embarrassed. As she sighed, she couldn’t help but wonder: how could her usually sharp and perceptive younger sister have made such a ridiculous mistake? She hadn’t wanted Lu Yun to weed the garden, so why hadn’t she simply said so? Or perhaps she had hoped for another way—hadn’t she been consistently trying to distract Lu Yun from this matter all along? Instead, it seemed her sister had ended up on someone else’s bed, waiting to be treated unfairly. Zhang Yunqian, having rested briefly, had already made up her mind to help her cousin. But a clumsy misstep by Xue Huaing instantly left her feeling as though she had strength yet no place to channel it—so, with a helpless苦笑, she ended up making her cousin think she was disinterested. It seems the alliance between the two sisters, once solid, has become rather fragile, easily shaken by even the slightest disturbance. After all, no matter how old a woman grows, she's still fundamentally a woman. "What's wrong?" Seeing Xue Huaing remain silent for a long time, Lu Yun asked with a teasing tone. If she couldn't figure out how to avoid entering the dream state, then why not simply enjoy a good time with these two women tonight? Lu Yun was just like that—once he couldn't find a solution, he'd simply go with the flow. It was far better than being stuck in constant frustration. Xue Hua Ying bit her silver teeth and spoke crisply, "Yes. Since we can't avoid it, why not just let me endure it comfortably? As long as it stirs your interest and makes your birds fluff up their feathers, I'll do whatever you wish. Come, then." This time, Xue Hua Ying had truly come to a clear understanding—rather than being kept on the move and teased by Lu Yun, it was better to simply let him have his way and enjoy himself. After all, what's the difference? It's just a grooming session—once the fur is brushed off, it will regrow within a short time, possibly even more lush than it is now. With this realization, Xue Hua Ying now carried a truly resolute, almost fearless demeanor. She gently touched her cousin Zhang Yunqian, signaling for her to step back slightly, then lay herself flat, spreading her legs as wide as possible so that her lush, flourishing garden of hair could be fully displayed before Lu Yun. After all this, Xue Hua Ying, lying there, once again made a stunning remark: "Yun, I'm all set. Would you like to use fire to burn it, or would you prefer to slowly trim the grass away with scissors, one piece at a time?" Truly a strong woman! Hearing Xue Hua Ying's words, Lu Yun couldn't help but be struck by admiration. He had only thought of using herbicide—this woman wanted him to use fire instead. If that really happened, wouldn't he and Zhang Yunqian be enjoying a delicious grilled dinner of roasted women's bodies tonight? "Ying, don't be ridiculous. We've already prepared everything. Let's just use the scissors, please." Zhang Yunqian was afraid that Lu Yun would truly be intrigued by her cousin’s words. After all, that part of the body was the most delicate on a woman—so delicate that if it were burned, Zhang Yunqian couldn’t even imagine what a dreadful sight it would become. Therefore, as Xue Huaing finished speaking, Zhang Yunqian immediately interjected with a sharp reprimand, then swiftly pulled out the scissors she had hidden beneath her pillow, waving them in front of Xue Huaing to demonstrate her preparedness—her tool for weeding the garden. “Everything else is taken care of. Just don’t speak out of turn.” Faced with her aunt’s slightly resentful gaze and her gentle, concerned scolding, Xue Huaing unexpectedly felt a warm sense of comfort deep within her. Women truly are so adaptable. Just moments ago, they had been locked in fierce rivalry, seemingly reaching a mutual agreement and standing side by side—yet their alliance appeared fragile. Now, thanks to Zhang Yunqian’s simple gesture, Xue Huaing once again felt the warmth of familial affection. Women, when will they ever stop being so changeable? Zhang Yunqian naturally had no idea what her cousin was thinking about. Right now, all she wanted was for Lu Yun to use the scissors to neatly trim all the flowers and plants in her cousin's garden—she just hoped nothing untoward happened along the way. She handed the scissors to Lu Yun and said, "Lu Yun, Miss Scissors has already brought them over. If you'd like to till the grass in Yingzi's garden, then hurry up—it's already past midnight. We don't have much time together anymore. We still hope you'll get to enjoy us a few more times!" "Oh." Lu Yun nodded, as if he had understood Zhang Yunqian's meaning, yet he didn't reach out to take the scissors from her. Seeing Lu Yun's hesitation, Zhang Yunqian felt a sudden pang in her heart, thinking, "This young man, please don't even think of using the fire to burn the grass beneath Yingzi's garden—what would she say to her husband when she came home and found the grass scorched?" Thinking of the consequences, Zhang Yunqian felt a surge of anxiety, her hand gripping the scissors trembling suddenly—whether it was because she imagined how her cousin Xue Huaying’s man would react upon discovering that her woman’s lower body had been scorched, and what terrible actions he might take against Yingzi, or for some other reason, she wasn’t sure. Regardless, her hand wavered, and the scissors slipped from her grasp, dropping to the floor with a sharp clatter. The wooden bed was small, and the hand Zhang Yunqian had extended toward Lu Yun was directly facing Xue Huaying’s abdomen. As the scissors fell, the tip pointing downward, it plunged straight into the smooth expanse of Xue Huaying’s abdomen. Xue Huaying’s full attention was focused on Lu Yun, and she hadn’t noticed the scissors slipping from her cousin’s hand, nor did she realize that her cherished smooth abdomen was about to be pierced by a blood-soaked wound. "Ah!" The scissors, though still in Zhang Yunqian’s hands when they fell, were the first to catch her attention—by then, it was too late. As she watched the tip of the scissors approach her cousin’s abdomen, she could only gas At a critical moment, one hand suddenly reached out, seizing the scissors just as the blade was about to press against Xue Hua Ying's abdomen.