The divine treasure—"K47? What on earth is that?" Lu Yun smirked. "I'll explain later—by then you'll understand its magic." Under Lu Yun's growing stimulation, Xiu Lian's breathing grew more and more rapid. Her voice softened into a murmuring dream, as if half-asleep: "Little Yun... it seems to be getting bigger and bigger..." "Of course," Lu Yun replied with warmth, his fingers dancing as he unbuttoned the buttons of Xiu Lian’s blouse. "This is an imported product—there's no such thing as 'not big' only; there's always room for even greater size!" "Indeed..." Xiu Lian sighed softly and gave a delicate little huff, her body now glowing warmly, like someone just stepped out of a steam bath. "Little Yun..." Mrs. Liu gasped, her cheeks flushed with breathless delight. Lu Yun chuckled, suddenly finding himself strong enough to lift the elderly woman entirely and carry her toward the tiny single bed. The bed was perfectly suited for them both—now lying flat, Lu Yun settled beside her, carefully enjoying the view of her blooming vitality. "Mrs. Liu," he murmured, voice lowered with a knowing smile, "why didn’t you wear anything underneath? Did you know I’d be joining you today, and thus had been waiting all along to make things easier for me?" The lamb at his very fingertips—this wolf wasn't in a hurry to devour it after all. "Get lost! You’re full of scheming—you’ve already been eyeing me for ages!" Mrs. Liu snapped. "That’s different," Lu Yun grinned, eyes bright with youthful energy. "I’m still young—I'm at the height of my bloom. It's only natural that I should be drawn to women like you. But you, Mrs. Liu—you're practically a cow grazing on a tender grass! You’ve been sitting on this very spot for years!" Mrs. Liu glanced at him with an exasperated look and said, "You’re just being obsequious now—go back to your place!" Lu Yun smiled softly, his fingers gently tracing the soft folds of Mrs. Liu’s skirt as he slowly moved them inward. With a sense of adventure, like an explorer navigating through dense woods, his hand crept ever so carefully toward that hidden forest—the sacred realm. After a moment's careful journey, it passed through the lush canopy and reached a soft, damp valley. His fingers gently brushed over it—like a breeze parting the leaves—and as he lifted them, clear water surged from the dry ground, instantly soaking his fingertips. Lu Yun chuckled, pulled his hand back, and held it close to his nose. "Mrs. Liu," he said with amusement, "you’ve just urinated!" No matter how bold Mrs. Liu had been, being teased by this young boy—only fifteen or so—left her face flushed with embarrassment. She snapped at him with a huff: "Go to hell!" Yet inside, she felt something strange—a new kind of sensation that was utterly different from the previous encounters she'd had with other men. Was it really true—that she was being treated like an old cow feeding on tender grass? Before she could fully savor this feeling, Lu Yun’s voice came back with a teasing edge: "Mrs. Liu, how many times have you and Mr. Zhu shared a bed since your marriage?" Mr. Zhu—the man who had passed away—was the one Mrs. Liu had married to years ago. She hadn’t expected Lu Yun to bring up this detail now. Her passionate flame suddenly dimmed as she whispered, "Ah... only three nights." Mr. Zhu was indeed kind—but she had made mistakes in her care for him, and in truth, it had been a difficult time. Tendrils of tears began to fall without her realizing. Lu Yun smiled gently, offering reassurance. "Don’t cry now, Mrs. Liu. After all, you're a woman managing life on your own—how hard that must be! And I—I'm still considered a 'starving orphan' by the villagers. They say I’m cursed—someone who kills off landowners and brings misfortune to families. They even call me a 'wild child,' someone born outside of tradition!" "Then," he added with growing passion, "we must blame our own outdated customs! When you married Mr. Zhu, you were only in your twenties. So after his death, why did you have to remain a widow until now? What kind of absurd rule requires women to live alone their entire lives after losing a husband? Who thought up such nonsense?" Lu Yun’s eyes blazed with fiery passion—his voice filled with rising anger. "Please stop," Mrs. Liu said softly, her heart overwhelmed by the weight of her long-held sorrows. She buried her face in Lu Yun's arms and began to cry uncontrollably. Lu Yun gently stroked her back, his eyes drifting with thought as he slowly pushed her away, carefully wiping away her tears before speaking seriously: "Mrs. Liu," he said, "from now on, I’ll be your husband. In a few years when I grow older, I'll take you out of this village—bring you to places where there are more opportunities and greater fortunes. I promise you, I will earn a great deal for you." Mrs. Liu stared at him in surprise—her eyes wide with wonder. After a long pause, she murmured gently: "You’re still young. When you grow older, you’ll surely find someone truly special. I’ll only be one small part of your life—a fleeting chapter—not something that will define your future. Please keep studying—you're destined to succeed. I won’t hold you back." "But—I like you," Lu Yun insisted, reaching out to touch her hand again. Mrs. Liu quickly covered his mouth with a soft, determined gesture: "Stop! You’ve already made me cry so much—there’s nothing else I can say!" Lu Yun lowered his head, silent and thoughtful, yet the glint in his eyes spoke of something deeper—the quiet joy of being seen, truly seen. "Stubborn boy," Mrs. Liu said with a gentle scolding. "Always managing to break my heart with your sweet words." After all—having been a widow for over ten years—her resilience had long since been forged in the fires of village gossip and judgment. With a final pat on her cheeks, she wiped away her tears and gently pinched Lu Yun’s arm. Lu Yun smiled indulgently. "Mrs. Liu, what would you like to do with me?" Mrs. Liu blinked, then said, "I don’t know exactly what that 'K47' is—yet I’ve always known something special in my body that makes most women envious." "Something special?" Lu Yun asked, eager now. Mrs. Liu nodded and gently pointed to her lower half. "That place—the very heart of a woman's strength," she said with graceful confidence. "What’s different about it? Aren’t all women the same?" Lu Yun asked, still puzzled. Mrs. Liu smiled at him warmly. "Don't you know how to find out for yourself?" Lu Yun looked at her—his eyes now bright with curiosity and wonder—and nodded slowly as if suddenly enlightened. ... 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