Chapter 1331: Zhao Feiyan's Humility "Um," Lu Yun nodded. Although Zhao Feiyan's description was somewhat general, the metaphor was quite apt—something that could only be believed by those who believed it, and meaningless to those who didn't. Regardless of whether Zhao Feiyan herself believed in what she had said, Lu Yun did. For within him there lived a dragon. As for the ancient figure in the traditional attire—what exactly it was, and how it had come to appear in his dreams—Lu Yun had no idea. At first, he had thought it might be due to the martial arts manual he had received from the iron-hearted lotus. But later, after sharing the dream experience with the iron-hearted lotus, the way she reacted—her expression and words—made it clear that even she couldn't quite grasp the mystery. After all, no matter how powerful her martial prowess, such a phenomenon beyond ordinary perception couldn't be judged solely by strength. Zhao Feiyan saw Lu Yun merely nodding, without asking any questions, and continued: "In fact, the soul is just the same..." As soon as she began speaking, she hesitated, as though there was something she didn't want to say, stammering uncertainly about whether or not to continue. "Feiyan, what's wrong?" Lu Yun naturally reached out and grasped Zhao Feiyan's delicate, fair hand, gently patting it as he asked, "Does it feel awkward to talk about all this in the early morning?" When Lu Yun caught her hand, Zhao Feiyan's heart leaped with excitement, but upon hearing his words, she quickly shook her head: "I just wanted to tell you that I... believe in the existence of the soul. Will you not like me any less for that?" "Haha, how silly! What could possibly be wrong? Even if you were to become a female fairy right now, I would still love you just as much." Lu Yun laughed heartily, gazing at Zhao Feiyan's bashful face, wanting to kiss her right then and there, yet knowing that their relationship still hadn't quite reached the point where he could casually tease her—so he had to hold back for now. "I'm not a fairy," Zhao Feiyan said, her voice trembling with modesty, feeling wonderfully comfortable as Lu Yun held her hand—there was a sense of complete connection. "Haha, even if I am a fairy, she's one who instantly captured my heart and whom I adore beyond words." As these playful remarks spilled out, the distance between them seemed to grow even closer. Lu Yun didn't know why, but naturally, as he spoke, he leaned in and gently wrapped Zhao Feiyan in his arms, his right hand gently caressing her smooth, graceful face. Zhao Feiyan had never encountered such a scene before. Though when they stepped out together, her mind was entirely filled with the sensation of being taken over by Lu Yun, she had been startled upon suddenly being drawn into his arms—she didn’t know what to do. Moreover, students kept passing by on the roadside, and now being held in Lu Yun’s arms like this, she felt deeply embarrassed, as though her face were being discovered. Without thinking, she instinctively buried her cheeks against his chest, her heart fluttering with excitement and apprehension, and her breathing grew rapid. Originally, Lu Yun’s embrace had been quite unromantic, but as Zhao Feiyan slightly turned her head and rested her face against his chest, well—now that she was doing that, the two well-formed clusters of her chest, rising and falling with her quick breaths, gently brushed against Lu Yun’s chest, making him feel increasingly irritated. Stay calm, stay calm. All he had felt was a surge of joy upon seeing Zhao Feiyan—moved by her fresh and refreshing appearance—and had not even considered anything more than that. Even if something were to unfold, it surely wouldn’t happen now. Land Yun found himself growing increasingly parched and stirred by Feiyan’s unconscious gestures. He truly longed to press her gently onto the grass and tenderly cherish her, yet his sense of reason urged him to remain composed, not to scare her with his sudden impulses. To simply hold Feiyan in his arms was already a significant step for Land Yun. There would be plenty of opportunities ahead to fully savor the delicate, rich flavor of her charm. Lu Yun was lost in a whirl of thoughts, and Zhao Feiyan was no different. She had already regretted burying her cheeks against Lu Yun’s chest, as this position naturally caused her breasts to brush against his chest in a constant, irregular motion. Though separated by clothing and a layer of restraint, the sensation of her most sensitive areas—her chest—rubbing gently against his chest was remarkably clear and vivid. At this moment, Zhao Feiyan longed to change her position, yet Lu Yun’s arms had unconsciously tightened around her body, as if afraid she might suddenly slip away. After gently trying a few times, she realized that unless she made a significant movement, she would simply be unable to free herself from his embrace. Blushing deeply, yet with each breath she could smell the strong masculine scent of Lu Yun, she wasn't merely shy or hesitant to break free from his embrace—rather, she now found herself even more relished being held tightly in his arms. "Lu Yun, there's a classmate passing by—she might notice," Hua Feiyan tried to steady her breathing, to keep her two prominent peaks from continuously brushing against Lu Yun's chest. But as a woman newly embraced by a man, no matter how hard she tried, her breath remained uneven. Even more—while being held by Lu Yun, a warm current surged within her, flowing from her lower abdomen down to the most intimate part of her body, warm and pleasant, yet deeply embarrassing at the same time. Lu Yun chuckled softly, saying, "It's fine. What else can I say when I see them? All I want is for everyone to know—I like you. Zhao Feiyan is my Lu Yun's girlfriend, and she will be my Lu Yun's woman." With such a commanding statement, Lu Yun instantly melted Zhao Feiyan's heart. No longer resisting, she fully embraced him, sinking into his arms, thinking to herself, Lu Yun, you are also my Zhao Feiyan's man—my only man. As she thought this, she suddenly felt an increasing warmth within her body, a powerful, surging flow like ocean waves moving steadily from her abdomen down toward her lower body. At that moment, she also realized something unusual—Lu Yun had responded as well. This revelation made Zhao Feiyan instantly blushing, so deeply embarrassed that she longed to vanish into a crack in the earth. For the first time, she felt an urgent, irresistible impulse to try the most beautiful thing between men and women—something she had never dared to imagine before. Ring-ring... Just as Zhao Feiyan felt embarrassed beyond words at the thought that had suddenly popped into her mind, the classroom bell rang, as if it were a lifeline.