Lu Yun's heart surged with emotion—she had never imagined that the old iron lady would come to her door on her own. Yet the mature, womanly presence radiating from the person in her arms was unmistakable, genuine beyond doubt. Placing Iron Xinlan gently onto the bed, Lu Yun loosened the only piece of equipment she wore and then lowered herself beside her. Xinlan sighed softly, half-closed her eyes, fully enjoying Lu Yun’s attentions. Then came a crisp "crack!"—a sharp sound followed by gasps from both Lu Yun and Xinlan. The single bed had collapsed under their combined weight—the legs snapped, and both of them tumbled to the floor with a soft groan. Xin 113 frowned slightly, glanced at Lu Yun who now lay beneath her, face twisted in pain, and murmured gently: "Well, it seems the heavens have turned indifferent today—our beautiful moment must be postponed." Lu Yun was already consumed by passion; suddenly doused with a cool stream of water from the floor, she nearly shouted out in frustration. With her eyes closed and tears welling up, she said, “Teacher, if heaven itself won’t allow us to complete this sacred union, then perhaps we should try again another time.” “Why must we wait? Can't we continue without a bed?” Xinlan pressed her face against Lu Yun’s chest, gently stroking it. “I'm not comfortable,” Lu Yun complained. “The ground feels cold—my body is stiff and uneasy.” Xinlan raised her head and smiled kindly: "Who said we must stay on the floor? Stand up—I’ve a plan." With that, Xinlan rose, and so did Lu Yun. Lying on the chilly lime-strewn earth felt hard and unwelcoming—far from pleasant. "Teacher," Lu Yun looked at the fallen bed, her expression one of bewilderment, "what shall we do now?" "Just stand still,” Xinlan said, with a warm chuckle. “Don’t move. Let me handle it." "You’ve done this in person for fifteen years—don’t you think I’m a bit rusty?” Lu Yun replied, surprised. "Not at all," she answered with conviction. "I feel incredibly comfortable—I've never felt so well before!" Compared to Lady Liu, who had not touched a man in fifteen years, the iron-lady Xinlan seemed remarkably skilled indeed. "Then go on and enjoy yourself,” Xinlan said, fully concentrating on her actions now. “Don’t worry—no one will unexpectedly interrupt." As she poured all her energy into their connection, Lu Yun began to struggle under the intensity. “Teacher,” he gasped, “I’m nearly overwhelmed—I can barely hold on. My K47 is giving way!" Upon hearing this, Xinlan immediately stepped back and looked up with a smile at Lu Yun: "How do you feel now?" “I'm completely out of it," Lu Yun confessed, his face flushed with embarrassment. "My K47 is an imported model—how could it have been so easily overpowered in such a short time?" "Ah," Xinlan laughed softly, her eyes warm. “Don’t be discouraged yet—you’ve already managed to stay this long at your age. That’s quite impressive." Inside, she was deeply pleased—to have stayed unmarried for nearly fifteen years, her skills had not diminished at all! Moreover, Lu Yun had been remarkably passionate—so much so that at one point, she nearly asked for mercy. But he simply cared about his own pleasure and paid little attention to hers. With this thought in mind, Xinlan gave Lu Yun a sharp look, feigning displeasure: "I know you’ve done this before—not once, but many times—but still, you act as if it were your very first time. If I hadn’t been prepared, something might have truly gone wrong." Lu Yun stood speechless in response to her words—stammering slightly. “Teacher, you can't entirely blame me either. I was so completely absorbed by the feeling that I simply couldn’t control myself. And furthermore…" "Ah," Xinlan said, giving him a gentle scolding. "A young man without heart." Yet when she saw Lu Yun standing bare-chested in front of her, flushed and embarrassed, all traces of irritation vanished—her smile returned warm and sincere. “Actually,” she added, “you’re doing wonderfully well. I’ve worked so hard to serve you—and if you simply collapse after one effort, how can I truly feel the deep satisfaction that comes from being cherished?" Lu Yun chuckled, “Ah—I understand now! Teacher, you’re afraid I’ll be too tired after this session and won’t be able to sustain myself—so you won’t get that wonderful feeling of a young grass nourishing an old cow.” "Indeed," Xinlan replied, blushing. "If you truly felt me old, wouldn’t you have chosen someone else? Perhaps you’ve already been thinking about enjoying the younger grass while I’m still the old cow!" "And so it goes," Lu Yun declared, no longer hesitating. With a graceful motion, he swiftly turned and began unbuttoning every single button on Xinlan’s blouse. In an instant, the white dress revealed two proud, rising forms—stately and elegant—as if they were holding each other at arm's length. On the sleeves of the dress, embroidered with a pair of swans facing across deep water, gazing steadily at one another—seemingly yearning to break through their barrier, like lovers separated by a vast stretch of sea, yet still in constant dialogue. Lu Yun immediately recognized that these swans had been hand-embroidered later—not originally included when the dress was purchased. With curiosity, he asked: “Teacher, why were there two swans embroidered—especially one pair separated by such a wide distance, able only to gaze across but never to meet?" Xinlan’s expression softened, her smile faltering slightly. As she looked at the delicate embroidery, tears welled up in her eyes. ... Rural Beauty 026, Update Complete – 026: The Young Grass Has Consumed the Old Cow!