In Chapter 1476, Yun was pressing too hard. Flying Radish remained silent, speechless. While lying in bed, watching the women around him chatter nonstop, Yun's mind raced. He had never fully won over Flying Radish—unanticipatedly, she was extraordinarily sensitive. Even with only a slight display of his skill, she had soared to a state of bliss, as if lifted to the clouds. Now, lying there, he could still feel the dampness of the bedsheet, where her surge of vitality had soaked it during that moment. Could it be that her deep shyness and nervousness had caused her to experience her first peak of sensation so swiftly, reaching her zenith almost instantly? Among all the women and girls who had shared intimate moments with Yun, none had ever shown such sensitivity—neither Mammie Liu and Xiao Yu, nor Bai Hu Xin Lan, nor the 'Sea-Deity' Yang Yanping. Lu Yun couldn't quite understand the reason behind it, and could only temporarily attribute it to Feiyan's body being more sensitive—or simply too nervous compared to others. As he listened to the three girls bustling about, discussing who should examine his injuries, Lu Yun most hoped it would be Feiyan. If the earlier intimacy had been due to her nervousness, then having her examine him in front of the sisters would surely help dispel her shyness and anxiety, which would undoubtedly be beneficial for their future shared experiences. If that still didn't work, then it would only mean Feiyan's sensitivity surpassed ordinary standards—then indeed, Lu Yun would have truly found a treasure. Though he didn't fully grasp why Feiyan was so sensitive, he could sense intuitively that such a sensitive girl, once properly cultivated in the bedroom, would surely become an exceptional beauty. Thinking of this, Lu Yun quickly changed his tone, turning his bad intentions into a fiery urgency, shouting as soon as Fei Yan had yet to make up her mind: "Oh dear, it's starting to hurt again!" Xiao Ying turned to look at Lu Yun, knowing full well that he was faking it—trying to get Fei Yan to examine him. She rolled her eyes, scolding, "He's been poking the ground so hard, yet still so stiff—what a strange one!" As she spoke, she suddenly realized her mistake and blushed deeply. "Haha, if he weren't such a strange one, how would he have managed to bring us such lovely girls to his side?" Shi Yu teased with a smile. "Oh, come on, Brother Lu is suffering right now. You didn't even think of helping him ease the pain—instead, you're making comments like it's all your fault. What a miserable life he's leading!" Lu Yun was wailing on the bed. "Lu Yun, I... I'll check you out," Fei Yan finally gave in, unable to bear his continuous cries. "Yan'er, hurry up! I'm in so much pain!" "Lu Yun urged, hoping to see Fei Yan use her delicate hands to handle his member. Fei Yan softly nodded, hesitated, and walked slowly to the bedside, gazing at Lu Yun's still slightly covered with fragments of brick, unsure of how to begin the examination. "Fei Yan, hurry up!" Shi Yu saw Fei Yan still uncertain and couldn't help but prompt her. "Oh." Fei Yan nodded, then slowly knelt down, blushing as she glanced at Lu Yun before turning to her sisters and said, "Could you please bring me a clean, damp towel?" "Certainly," Shi Yu immediately agreed—she found the task quite comfortable. Soon, a wet towel was placed in Fei Yan's hands. Without a word, she took it and quietly said to Lu Yun, "I'll clean you first. Just let me know if it hurts." Lu Yun quickly agreed and then closed his eyes, waiting silently for the sensation once Fei Yan’s hands gently grasped his member. Fei Yan bit her lips, struggling internally, and then slowly extended her arm holding the towel, trembling as she reached toward Lu Yun’s imposing member. “Whoa—!” As the warm towel made contact with Lu Yun’s member, he involuntarily drew in a cool breath, startled enough to make Fei Yan’s hand tremble. She quickly asked, “Did I press too hard?” “No… perfect,” Lu Yun smiled, teeth slightly showing—far from uncomfortable, actually deeply comfortable. Fei Yan’s heart settled, and her wiping movements grew even more delicate. Soon, Lu Yun’s member was thoroughly cleaned, glowing pale and bright, polished to a lustrous sheen, appearing more majestic and robust. Watching this, Fei Yan’s heart raced, her face flushed, her cheeks turning rosy. Xiao Ying took the towel and went to wash it. The other sisters watched Lu Yun's sturdy and majestic form, their hearts racing, their faces flushed with warmth, their breaths growing increasingly rapid—yet none of them realized it. Hearing the sisters' hurried breathing echoing throughout the room, Lu Yun felt an unparalleled sense of ease. Indeed, as the saying goes: "A fallen horse may turn out to be a blessing." The previously overcast and troubled mood, disturbed by the antics of the ancient-dress figures, had now completely brightened. Yet at this moment, Fei Yan began to feel uneasy. When she had first wiped Lu Yun, she had done so through the towel, but now she would have to reach out and grasp his member directly. How would she face the other sisters, knowing they would see her doing this? Would they someday mock her for it? Fei Yan hesitated, uncertain, and remained still. "Fei Yan, what's wrong?" When Xiao Ying returned, having finished washing the towel, she noticed Fei Yan crouched there, gazing off into space, and asked. "Oh?" "Fly Yan was startled and looked down, saying, 'Nothing at all. I'll just check.' She had accepted the situation—should her sisters later tease her about this, it would be her own fault. If it weren't for her pushing Land Yun aside, how could he have been injured in the first place? As she thought about it, Fly Yan immediately grasped Land Yun's member with her delicate hands. With her left hand gently holding the base, and her right hand starting from the tip, she lightly touched each area, asking, 'Does this feel painful?' Land Yun shook his head—when Fly Yan suddenly held him, he nearly felt the urge to erupt, and though he managed to hold it in, he couldn't speak at all. Fly Yan nodded, moving her fingers down step by step, pausing to ask Land Yun once for each position, repeating this over ten or more times before completing the examination. Deeply relieved, Fly Yan exhaled a long breath in her heart. Rose stood up and addressed her sister behind her: "It should be fine. The pain earlier was probably because... it was pressed too firmly." Flying Phoenix blushed as she shared her diagnosis. She wasn't entirely confident in her assessment—after all, this was the first time she had ever handled a male's anatomy, and she wasn't sure exactly how to examine it. She had merely followed the procedure, asking questions, but she had no clear sense of the actual results in her mind.