Only Lu Yun and Feng Ying remained in the kitchen, and the atmosphere seemed once again to have returned to the state it was in when Liu Fengyi had suddenly appeared—subtle discomfort flowing gently through the air. As if sensing what would happen next, Lu Yun, knowing Feng Ying's nature, began removing his clothes while speaking: "Miss Feng, the kitchen feels stuffy. I'll wash myself right away." Feng Ying nodded in reply, yet did not follow Lu Yun's suggestion and step out of the kitchen. At that moment, Feng Ying was deeply torn—she had always believed that Lu Yun would eventually be with Tingting. If she truly fell in love with Lu Yun after that moment of awkwardness, it would be unfair not only to Tingting but also to her own husband. Yet... though she understood this clearly, a strong yearning within her persisted, patiently testing her. Finally, Feng Ying took a deep breath, slowly turned around, and looked at Lu Yun with a flushed face, speaking softly: "Feng Yi is right—you probably won't be able to wash yourself properly. To avoid any trouble you might encounter when you return to school, it's better that I do it." As she said this, she asked Lu Yun to turn around and began using the water pitcher to carefully wipe and wash his body. However, the real issue wasn't Lu Yun's back—it was his rather stubborn nature. Since Lu Yun had only removed his shirt, Feng Ying, caught off guard, hadn't thought much beyond the immediate action. A single pitcher of water poured over his back, and the clear well water immediately flowed down his spine, quickly soaking through his pants and spreading across a large area. By the time Feng Ying realized what had happened, it was already too late. Lu Yun, though he couldn't see Feng Ying's current expression, could easily imagine her being both nervous and agitated—truly, each person had their own distinct temperament. Though sisters by blood, Feng Ying and Liu Fengyi and Liu Fengxi differed greatly in personality. "Little Yun, you—well, you might as well take off your pants too. I'll take them out to dry for you. The sun is so fierce today; by the time you leave, you'll be able to wear them." Feng Ying blushed, speaking with newfound courage. To avoid upsetting Feng Ying, Lu Yun merely gave a gentle nod and then promptly handed her his pants over with a smooth motion. Feng Ying gazed at Lu Yun, whose body was nearly fully exposed, and her heart leaped again. Suddenly, a thought came to her—her chest stirred, and a warm current surged up from her lower abdomen. It had only been once before, when Lu Yun had explored her inner sanctuary, and now, a steady warmth flowed out, gently seeping through. Mengxiang watched her younger sister standing motionless in the courtyard with genuine interest. Liu Fengyi didn't feel rushed—just as long as she kept an eye on her brother-in-law sleeping in the inner room, the duty of "watching" was fully accomplished, a near-heroic feat. Feng Ying stood before the south-facing veranda, as if sensing her younger sister, Feng Ying, quietly observing her. After calming her fluttering emotions, Feng Ying draped Lu Yun's trousers over the veranda rail and then hesitated slightly before stepping into the kitchen. No matter how resistant she had been before, once the situation truly reached that point, everything flowed naturally. That was exactly what Feng Ying felt when she saw Lu Yun naked—her already fragile sense of shyness instantly collapsed. Once Feng Ying's heart settled, Lu Yun was startled by her cry. When he saw her staring straight at him, he suddenly became awkward, covering his proudly erect body with both hands. "Miss Feng... I don't know what to say," Lu Yun stammered. He had never felt as casual with Feng Ying as he had with Liu Fengyi during their intimate moments. Feng Ying gazed at Lu Yun for a moment, sighed softly, and said, "It's just fate." Then, she stepped directly toward him and asked, "Little Yun, do you know what scent I detect on you?" Lu Yun shook his head, looking utterly puzzled. "It's the lingering scent after you and Feng Yi had that experience—strong and intense, so I had to make sure you were thoroughly clean before you returned to school," Feng Ying finally revealed. Lu Yun suddenly understood—during such a hot season, even a simple sweat could leave him smelling unpleasant, let alone engaging in vigorous physical activity. Smiling warmly at Feng Ying, Lu Yun humbly said, "I must admit, Feng Ying sister is really thoughtful. I never noticed this before!" Feng Ying blushed and replied, "That's because you weren't the one who shared that experience with Feng Yi, was you? Didn't you notice that whenever Feng Yi becomes deeply emotional, a distinct, strong aroma emanates from her lower body?" Lu Yun shook his head, "I've had many occasions with Feng Yi sister, yes—though I never noticed this before. Probably because I was so excited during those moments, I didn't pay much attention. When I get the chance, I'd like to personally experience the scent coming from Feng Yi sister's little mouth—see if it's exactly as Feng Ying sister described." Feng Ying glanced at Lu Yun, neither confirming nor denying his words, yet her mind was already in full motion, growing more and more excited—Lu Yun’s words were merely the prelude to the storm to come. The fact that he could say such things openly before Feng Ying already signaled that something significant was bound to unfold between them, and his charm that had always driven women wild had long been stirring. “Little Yun, crouch down a bit, I’ll wash you…” Feng Ying took a deep breath, feeling her cheeks grow hot to the point of blushing. Lu Yun nodded and slowly knelt, and now it was clear—what lay ahead would be the most exhilarating and beautiful thing between a man and a woman. Lu Yun stared at Feng Ying, his heart instantly blazing with passion. ... A note to readers: PS: Finally managed to add the two chapters promised to the Goddess of Death—a bit late, but thankfully didn't break my word. Thanks so much for your continued support, everyone! Hooray!