Chapter 1473. Po Shiyu, still eager to hear something, kept stirring outside the inner room. Inside, however, it was utterly silent. Feiyan lay quietly in Lu Yun's arms, like a gentle, docile cat, with only the occasional gentle tremble of her long lashes—softly fluttering over her flushed cheeks and closed eyes—revealing the deep, tender sensations stirring within her. In Lu Yun's arms, the fragrance of her hair filled his senses, and the wild, passionate surge within him nearly overwhelmed his control. Naturally, his body began to respond. Noticing Feiyan's increasingly rapid breaths, Lu Yun smiled to himself: clearly, Feiyan was just as hesitant as he was. If it were Po Shiyu instead, he might just find himself being pushed onto the bed and rolled around in a passionate tangle. "Feiyan," Lu Yun called softly. "Hmm?" Feiyan replied, her voice carrying a lazy, relaxed tone. Lu Yun hesitated, speaking softly, "What if I can't hold back anymore?" "Ah?" Fei Yan exclaimed, her cheeks flushed with bashfulness, murmuring, "I... I never have before. I haven't done this at all." Lu Yun smiled. "You're laughing at me," Fei Yan pouted, pushing her cheeks closer to Lu Yun's chest several times. "Seriously, I'm not. I'm just wondering—if I can't hold back, would you think I'm taking advantage of you, treating you unfairly?" "I've never been held like this by a boy before. If you're doing this now, then you're already treating me as if you're taking advantage of me," Fei Yan said, her voice delicate and sweet. Yet, as she spoke, she suddenly realized—by saying this, she was already implying that no matter what Lu Yun did, she would never resist. Realizing this, her cheeks grew even redder, glowing with delicate blush. Lu Yun hummed softly, saying nothing, as though savoring Fei Yan’s words. After several minutes—when Fei Yan, held in Lu Yun’s arms, was nearly drifting off into bliss—she suddenly felt a hand reach to her chest, gently kneading the area a few times. A tingling sensation spread across her body, and Fei Yan, half-asleep and half-awake, snapped her eyes open, instinctively pushing at the hand that was moving erratically over her chest. Yet, when her hand met Lu Yun’s large hand, which had now fully covered her chest, she suddenly went still, murmuring softly, “Please be a little gentler,” and then fell completely silent. “Yan, I can’t hold back anymore,” Lu Yun said, gripping Fei Yan’s hand—though their clothes still separated them, he could feel the remarkable elasticity beneath. His breathing grew rapid, and his tone carried an unmistakable sense of urgency. “Hmm.” A soft reply, and then Feiyan said nothing more. With the endearing title "Yan," it seemed as though she had fully opened her heart, ready to welcome Lu Yun's advances. With Feiyan's response, Lu Yun grew even more at ease. Holding in his arms such a graceful and charming girl, he had long been eager to express himself, though he had previously hesitated, mindful of his own reservations. After this brief embrace, he found himself braver—since Feiyan had not declined, why should he make his beloved suffer? He gently moved his hand from Feiyan's chest, lifting her chin, and gazing at her flushed cheeks. After softly calling her "Yan," he leaned down and kissed her full, rosy lips. “Wu….” The first kiss left a thunderous silence in Fei Yan’s mind, her thoughts instantly blank. All she could sense was Lu Yun’s strong masculine scent filling her nostrils, and she simply responded to his kiss without any technique, her body becoming as still and clear as a tranquil pond. With steady determination, Lu Yun used his tongue to gently pry open Fei Yan’s teeth, then diligently explored every corner of her mouth. “Mm…” As their tongues intertwined, Fei Yan had completely forgotten everything else. Under Lu Yun’s careful guidance, her delicate tongue—originally clumsy—had now become remarkably dexterous, each delicate entwining bringing Lu Yun a deep sense of delight. Such a capable girl—only a slight nudge was needed, and she instantly knew what to do next. Excited, Lu Yun’s hands were equally active. Having finally shed his earlier hesitations, he now felt like a wild, untamed stallion, freely galloping across the lush and fertile grasslands of Fei Yan. While kissing, she moved her hands, dancing on the snow-covered peaks of Feiyan, now already well-established in scale. In the blink of an eye, Feiyan had grown breathless, her face flushed like fire, nearly suffocating under Lu Yun's dual assault. Pff— A soft sound, and Lu Yun felt Feiyan struggling for breath, their lips finally parting. "Feiyan, how was the kissing?" Lu Yun asked with a mischievous smile. "Terrible," Feiyan stammered, deeply flustered. Lowering her head, she saw Lu Yun's hands still cupping her full, rising chest. Her face warmed, and she felt utterly at a loss—her hands instinctively reaching down to Lu Yun's crotch, where she immediately felt a strong, solid presence resting beneath her palm. Startled, Feiyan turned to look, only to blush deeply and close her eyes, her hands trembling as she didn't know what to do next. She knew. She knew exactly where her hands were. At this very moment, the cylindrical object in her palm was Landun’s treasure—the very thing, as Po Yu and Hong Yu often spoke of, that could bring endless joy to young girls. "Yan'er," Landun finally couldn't hold back anymore. Having been accidentally caught with his own belongings, he used the most forceful posture, pinning Yan'er beneath him in a single breath, gasping, "Yan'er, I want you." "Hmm." Yan'er, no longer knowing what to do, responded instinctively. Landun moved swiftly, quickly disarming himself, then began to remove Yan'er’s clothes. He knew now the situation was different from when he had previously been with Hong Yu and Po Yu. Here, speed was essential—faster was better. The sooner they reached the point of intimacy, the more easily Yan'er could overcome her innate shyness. Soon, the two faced each other openly. Land Yun gazed at the two majestic snow peaks on Fei Yan's snowy, delicate form, and couldn't help but swallow hard, reaching out to grasp them—soft and yielding. Fei Yan had already closed her eyes, her body trembling gently with the restless hands, yet within moments, Land Yun had not even begun to make proper contact, and Fei Yan felt a surge of sensation rising from the snow peaks, intensifying until it gathered within her like an unstoppable storm. "Ah—" she gasped, a warm current surging forth from her lower abdomen and bursting forth like a fountain through the haven of peach blossoms that Land Yun had yet to fully explore. Land Yun was stunned— So sensitive? He hadn't done anything yet, and Fei Yan had already reached her peak.