"Oh, you mentioned you wanted to visit someone—was it someone from our village?" It seemed as though she didn't want to dwell too much on her past, so after helping Lu Yun dress, she casually changed the subject. Lu Yun nodded. He didn't know exactly how well Tingting's father had recovered, and since he had checked the time, he felt it would be better to go over and see him personally. After all, Tingting's father had cancer—should things take a turn for the worse, Tingting and her mother would surely be devastated. "I'm going to visit my classmate's father—he also has cancer," Lu Yun began. But before he finished speaking, Xiao Huan interjected, "You mean the man you were referring to, Feng Ying's husband, right?" Lu Yun nodded. After all, they were from the same village, and it wasn't surprising that someone with such a serious illness as cancer would be affected. At that moment, Xiao Huan playfully bit into one of her own fingers, looking puzzled and murmuring to herself: "It's strange. After all, Mr. Feng Ying was diagnosed with cancer—a disease that isn't something money can easily cure. I heard recently that the whole Feng Ying family had already prepared for the worst. Yet, just a few days ago, when Mr. Feng returned, his complexion had noticeably improved. In fact, I've seen him sunbathing by the door lately, looking quite spirited. Could it be that his cancer has actually been cured?" Before Land Yun could speak, Xiao Huan shook her head again, saying: "No, that doesn't make sense. Cancer isn't curable—either he must have found some unusual remedy, or it's just a final surge of strength. Oh, if it's the latter, then Mr. Feng must be running out of time. If Mrs. Feng has been a young widow, raising her two daughters on her own, the life she's leading must truly be quite hard." ( ) Lu Yun smiled warmly at Xiao Huan. Just a moment ago, this young woman, still chilled by her own misfortunes, now found herself growing concerned about Feng Ying's family. Lu Yun's pure kindness and deep compassion shone through. Lu Yun chuckled, "I'm not sure yet whether this is a final resurgence of strength—let me check on that right away." He deeply trusted the medicine prepared by the bearded uncle, knowing it contained his own blood, drawn in substantial amounts. Xiao Huan nodded gently, no longer saddened by Lu Yun's urgency to leave. She neatly arranged his clothes and said with a soft voice, "Then go ahead, sister. I won't keep you." "Yes," Lu Yun bent down, kissed the top of Xiao Huan's cheek, and whispered, "Sister Xiao Huan, I'll visit you as soon as possible. Today you didn't feed me well—next time, I'll make up for it. I'll have a good meal with you, and see if you're still not satisfied." "As she spoke, Lu Yun suddenly reached between Xiao Huan's legs, running his fingers over the soft, furry area. Instantly, his entire palm and fingers were submerged in a steady stream of water, emerging damp and refreshed. Lu Yun smiled softly, saying, "Xiao Huan, it seems you haven't had enough to eat. How about I give you another piece of ham to try?" Xiao Huan huffed, blushing deeply at her own bodily reactions, and murmured with a delicate tone, "When you first mentioned you were leaving, I had hoped you'd stay and feed this hungry cat of yours. But now that you truly have something to attend to, I'll have to wait until next time. I'm not particularly hungry—just don't delay your matters." How much did Xiao Huan truly desire? Lu Yun had only come to see her once in a while. To satisfy her longing for so many days of loneliness and emptiness with just one visit—how could that possibly be enough? Yet, Xiao An knew that the young man before her wasn't just hers—indeed, he wasn't even truly hers. They seemed like people from two entirely different worlds, and it was already a rare thing for them to have even a single moment of harmony. More importantly, Xiao An understood that if a woman became too attached to her beloved, over time friction would inevitably arise. That wasn't what she wanted. She longed for simply being together, happy and content—whether it was just after landing back home with Lu Yun, where she'd be momentarily overwhelmed by his attentions, even if only briefly, yet still joyful. "Alright, it's getting late now. You'd better go. You still have classes at school." "Okay, Xiao An姐. I'll head off now. Just remember to take good care of yourself and look fresh." "Lu Yun chuckled, his hands unconsciously tormenting the small ring across her chest, leaving her breathless and flushed with every touch, before finally pausing, turning to walk toward the door. "Such a troublesome boy," Liang said, her cheeks rosy as if she'd just drunk wine, stepping out of the room with Lu Yun, completely unafraid of being seen in her bare form. Lu Yun pushed the cart, gazing at the naked Liang, and smiled, "Liang, you shouldn't be sending me off anymore. You're already my woman now. I don't want anyone to see your body as I'm leaving—hey, after this, your body will only be touched and seen by me...," he paused, his gaze lingering on the dense, dark expanse beneath her abdomen, implying what he didn't quite say. Liang's heart skipped a beat, blushing and chiding, "There's never a moment when things are serious! Well, then, I won't send you off after all—otherwise, I'll feel too attached to seeing you go." "Sayin' that, Xiao Huan truly didn't hesitate, stepping inside the house with no lingering glance. Lu Yun stared in astonishment at Xiao Huan's back—the smooth spine, the two full, lush buttocks, swaying and twisting with each movement of her legs, endlessly alluring. Lu Yun was so captivated he nearly threw the vehicle into the air, rushing to lift Xiao Huan onto the large bed inside and make love to her properly. What a woman—she truly had the power to drive one to the brink. As he admired her, Lu Yun forced down the urge to do it again, pushing the vehicle steadily toward the gate, afraid that just one more glance at Xiao Huan's body would leave him utterly out of control. Watching Lu Yun push the vehicle out of the courtyard, Xiao Huan remained leaning against the doorway, her fingers gently tracing the two full, ample breasts at her chest. She seemed to be thinking of something, chuckling softly, then stepped directly into the kitchen. Within moments, the kitchen echoed with a sound that sent men's blood rushing to their heads. … After leaving Xiao Huan’s house, Lu Yun oriented himself and rode directly toward Tingting’s home. On the way, Lu Yun suddenly recalled Feng Ying’s shy demeanor. Though now nearly forty, Feng Ying’s full figure and her lingering, hesitant grace remained vivid in Lu Yun’s mind—unfading and ever-present. If Xiao Huan was a joyful young girl just beginning to experience life, then Feng Ying was a woman fully matured, so refined and accomplished that she stirred deep longing in men simply by being seen.