Chapter 1471: Why not touch? The shy rose blooms quietly. Hua Feiyan, pushed to the brink by Shi Yu, now finds her mind completely blank. Her clear and delicate face is flushed with a deep crimson, like a splendid red rose in full bloom—radiant and unmatched. "Please don't be so shy, darling. Every girl goes through her first time. Come on, I'll take you to the inner chamber—Lü Yun is waiting there." Without hesitation, Shi Yu steps forward, takes Feiyan's pale hand, and leads her straight toward the inner room, regardless of Feiyan's willingness. "Shi Yu..." Feiyan trembles all over, moving like a puppet, following her step by step. As she passes by the young ladies—Xiao Ying and the others—she feels utterly embarrassed, her face burning with shame. Once, as a young girl beginning to fall in love, she had imagined countless scenarios for her first experience, but never expected it to happen so publicly, being so gently yet firmly compelled by Shi Yu. Xiao Ying's expression couldn't help but be a little subdued. Among the girls around Lu Yun, only she had not yet surrendered her body to him. As she thought about what was about to unfold, her demeanor grew increasingly melancholy. Yet Xiao Ying knew that the current situation was entirely due to her own reasons. She quickly gathered her composure, determined not to disrupt the unfolding romance. As Po Yu passed by, she offered a natural, warm smile, her gaze full of encouragement, as if to say, "Fly Yan, don't be afraid—once you're with Lu Yun, this moment will come eventually. Your sisters won't mock you." Regardless of how shy Zhao Feiyan was, she was eventually led into the inner room by Po Yu, who then turned to leave, closing the door behind her. "Haha, there's going to be something really exciting later," Po Yu said, glancing around at the group of women with a confident, self-assured air. The girls all broke into a cold sweat. How intense was Shi Yu! Was she really going to force Lu Yun to have her right there, without any hesitation? Xiao Ying sat down on a chair beside her, while Xiao Yu and the others kept a safe distance from Shi Yu, as if afraid she might come up with some unexpected, prankish idea any moment—better to stay away, just in case. The suffocating atmosphere pressed upon Fei Yan, making her feel as though she couldn't breathe. Finally, she couldn't help but slightly turn her gaze and secretly glance at Lu Yun, who was seated on the bed—his eyes suddenly sparkling with excitement. Seeing Lu Yun fixated on her, Fei Yan was startled and quickly composed herself, focusing intently on her nose, then on her heart, repositioning herself with a shy, bashful posture. Yet, could two young people, completely silent and at a loss for words in this moment, truly remain utterly calm, with no ripple of emotion stirring within them? The answer, of course, was no. As for Lu Yun himself, upon witnessing Fei Yan's endlessly shy demeanor, a surge of warmth and longing rose within him. If he had not spent enough time with her, and if their relationship had not yet reached the point of intimacy, he would have already pounced on her like a hungry tiger, embracing her and tenderly caressing her all over. A dead silence, a stillness so profound that even Feiyan felt suffocated. To Li Yun’s surprise, he was now drenched in sweat—more than he’d ever shed while engaging with a woman for several hours. "Um... Feiyan, come sit down here," Li Yun said, hesitating, knowing that if he didn’t act soon, his temper would surely flare and overwhelm him. At the sound, Feiyan’s body jolted suddenly. She gave a hesitant "yes," but didn’t move her feet. She simply glanced at Li Yun and then looked away again. Her cheeks burned hot—so hot. Li Yun’s words had been like a signal: by asking her to sit, he was clearly indicating that he wanted her to sit beside him. Then, what was about to unfold—was it already beginning? "Well, don't worry too much—today's completely Po-Yu's fussing. Either way, this class is going to be canceled. If you leave now, Po-Yu will definitely object. So you can't just stand here for the entire class, can you?" Lu Yun spoke softly, pointing with his finger toward the door as he spoke, indicating that perhaps Po-Yu and the others were listening outside. Zhao Feiyan suddenly understood, but hearing Lu Yun's words, she felt a sense of disappointment. She thought his remarks didn't convey any intention of doing something special with her, and her emotions shifted instantly—she wasn't sure whether it was good or bad, but she felt a little uncomfortable nonetheless. "Will he actually touch her?" Feiyan asked, hesitating, as she slowly walked toward Lu Yun. "Sit down," Lu Yun said, shifting slightly to the side, then exhaled deeply, relaxing completely as he leaned back on the bed, the creak of the bedboard echoing like the contented moans a woman might emit during intimacy. Lü Yun’s movement sent a shiver running through Fei Yan. At the very moment the bed creaked, it stirred endless reveries in her mind. She had imagined that Lü Yun had already settled onto the bed, and that soon he would come to hold her, lying beside him. With this thought, the nerves that had previously relaxed once again tightened. During her conversations with Shi Yu and the others, Fei Yan had learned that Lü Yun’s member was particularly large—so large that even first-time women were often astonished, let alone these young, newly awakened ones who had only recently been explored by Lü Yun. Her fingers tightly gripping the edge of her dress, frantically rubbing it, Fei Yan’s heart pounded so fiercely it seemed about to leap out of her throat. Suddenly, she bit her lip, closed her eyes, and resolved in her mind: whatever was coming would surely arrive. She had already been brought in by Shi Yu. If Lü Yun truly wished for her, then she would surely agree. With her determination firmly set, Fei Yan sat quietly by the side of the bed, patiently awaiting the storm that was about to unfold. Yet, what she hadn't expected was that, within just ten minutes after she had made up her mind, Lu Yun hadn't so much as moved toward her—this in turn began to stir a quiet unease in Fei Yan's heart, and deepened her confusion: He... why wasn't he coming to embrace her? Was he expecting her to reach out and embrace him instead? But previously, when she had heard from Shi Yu and Hong Yu, she had learned that Lu Yun always took the initiative in such matters, always reaching out to claim their bodies. So why, now, had he remained completely still and silent toward her?