Chapter 1325—was it refusal or refusal? Wow! As薛华英spoke, not only did陆云feel stunned, but even张云倩, who had brought her cousin over tonight to play with陆云, was so startled that she couldn’t catch her breath, staring at薛华英 as if she were a stranger, as though she no longer recognized her younger sister. "Yingzi, what on earth are you talking about? You can eat your meals however you like, but you can't just speak nonsense, can you?"张云倩 glared, finally regaining her composure, thinking to herself: "What has gone wrong with this girl? She's saying such wildly outlandish things. If she actually does this, any mishap—and she'll lose her teaching credentials, be dismissed from the teaching staff entirely!" Yet薛华英didn't find anything strange at all. She smiled happily at her sister's furious expression, chuckling: "Sister, what's the big deal?" "You realize, don't you, how serious the consequences will be if you proceed this way?" Zhang Yunqian was humiliated and furious. Xu Huaying seemed still unaware of the seriousness of the situation, and chuckled softly, "What's so special about that? You can introduce me to Lu Yun to play with, so why can't I introduce a few beautiful female teachers or female students from the school to Lu Yun as well?" "You..." Zhang Yunqian was so flustered that she didn't know what to say. Xu Huaying's words were indeed reasonable, but Zhang Yunqian couldn't help thinking—what was their relationship? Moreover, before Lu Yun had even been invited to spend time with her, Lu Yun had already witnessed Xu Huaying engaging in something intimate with another man on the playground. That was precisely why Zhang Yunqian had decided to use this strategy to silence Lu Yun. No matter how flirtatious her cousin might be, surely it wasn't appropriate for such a thing to be openly discussed among students throughout the school. That was why Zhang Yunqian had gritted her teeth and insisted on finding an opportunity to have Lu Yun take her cousin, Xu Huaying, to bed. But what about Xu Huaying now? This girl is completely out of her mind. As close table sisters, they should be able to handle any disagreements without letting things escalate to the point of exposing the issue—yet Huaying’s bold ideas are simply beyond what Zhang Yunqian can accept. Let alone whether Huaying can actually secure so many beautiful women for Lu Yun; even if she could, could she guarantee that such close table sisters would always keep the matter quietly tucked away? What if Huaying later clashed with someone else? Then their relationship with Lu Yun would be like oil straws floating in hot oil—only to sputter, bubble, and roll around helplessly as they exit the campus. "Yun, Huaying is absolutely crazy—don’t listen to her nonsense," Zhang Yunqian said, giving her cheerful sister a withering glance. Already, she began to regret bringing her here tonight for Lu Yun to enjoy—wasn’t that a serious mistake? Lu Yun chuckled, even if he didn't fully grasp Zhang Yunqian's thoughts, he could still guess quite accurately. So, with a quick glance and a smirking smile, he slowly opened up, saying, "Miss Qian, this isn't really my issue at all—it's all entirely Huaying's idea. You know how bold I am when it comes to such matters. If Huaying herself finds some girls and brings them to me, do you think I'd have any choice but to say no?" "But Xiao Yun, this venture carries quite a risk—you should really think it through..." "姐, just don't worry about it. As long as I promise to handle everything smoothly, it'll all work out perfectly," said薛Huaying, laughing heartily and offering her cousin the carefree encouragement. "Fine, just leave it to you." Zhang Yunqian saw that both of them were in this state, and felt increasingly frustrated. It seemed now she couldn't convince her cousin anymore—she'd have to find time when Lu Yun wasn't around, and patiently give her little cousin, who still had no idea what was going on, a good scolding. Lu Yun smiled and added, "Actually, Qingjie, I'm also a victim. If what I've said is true—that Huaying sister suddenly brings over several beautiful girls to hang out with me—then think about it: since Huaying sister has brought people over, wouldn't she at least have told them about our relationship? And if those girls really come, wouldn't they have already agreed to Huaying's invitation? If, after they arrive, I simply coldly refuse, then those girls will be furious and embarrassed—surely their silence will break, and they'll end up revealing our affair. Worse still, they might even involve you in it." Lu Yun’s argument might have sounded a bit unreasonable, yet it wasn’t entirely without merit—just one conversation and Zhang Yunqian was left speechless. In the end, she shook her head in resignation, deciding to focus once again on her younger sister, promising to urge her to abandon this wildly ambitious plan. “Alright, you go ahead—just don’t create any mess. Do whatever you like.” Zhang Yunqian sat down weakly on the bed; at this moment, she no longer had the energy or interest to bathe A. Xue Huaing’s little mound. “Little Yun, shall I continue raking the grass in my patch?” Xue Huaing, taking this opportunity, glanced over her own small mound. After Lu Yun had trimmed it twice, the once-neat clumps of grass now showed two large U-shaped gaps, looking quite unsightly. At this moment, she actually hoped Lu Yun would keep going and continue tending to her. Lu Yun nodded and smiled, saying, "Of course. We agreed to clear the small hillock where Huaying sister was completely covered in weeds—how could we abandon it halfway?" He glanced at Zhang Yunqian, clearly intending to abandon the idea of having her use the spring water to wash Huaying's hair. From her expression, it seemed she remained displeased with what had just happened. So Lu Yun simply picked up his scissors and began trimming briskly over Huaying's hillock. In no time, as one tuft after another of grass was cut away, the originally uneven, weed-choked hillock transformed into a pale, smooth appearance, now clearly visible to Lu Yun. "Hmph—hmm," he murmured. Indeed, it looked just like a white bun. Lu Yun gazed at his accomplishment, his face radiating profound satisfaction. He had to admit that though Xue Hua Ying was now in her thirties, that little mound beneath her remained utterly captivating—so much so that he found himself unable to resist the urge to lean in and bite into it. Inspired by the moment, Lu Yun acted like a starving wolf, suddenly pressing his mouth firmly against Xue Hua Ying’s full, smooth, and doughy mound. Xue Hua Ying gave a startled cry, arched her body, and immediately placed her hands on Lu Yun’s head, her expression one of deep pleasure. The battle had officially begun—this time, however, Zhang Yunqian seemed entirely uninterested, spending most of the time watching as Lu Yun and Xue Hua Ying engaged in their passionate exchanges. Zhang Yunqian, who had been anticipating this moment for so long, had effectively become a mere spectator.