Chapter 042: Call Me Your Little Husband Lu Yun moved with graceful dexterity, his hands working in tandem—though the little bird (the woman's body) was no mere bystander. It surged fiercely, time and again, relentlessly attacking its stronghold, leaving Liu Guo, the widow, humming contentedly, her voice a blend of pleasure and sheer exhaustion. "Lu Yun," she gasped, "I can't hold on anymore—your vigor is killing me! Oh, little ancestor, you’re truly taking my life!" "I’ll go slower," Lu Yun urged, his movements now more deliberate. "Let me rest a while." "Lu Yun," she said with a flutter of emotion, "be my husband, my man. I’ve opened my heart to you—every bit of it." The words struck Lu Yun so deeply that he redoubled his efforts. The sound of water gurgling from the fountain echoed through the room, growing stronger and more resonant. "How do I compare to your previous husbands?" Lu Yun asked, perspiring profusely, a touch embarrassed by his own earnestness. Liu Guo lay weakly on the bed, her voice barely above a whisper: "You’re the strongest I’ve ever known. The others? They were like delicate flowers—pretty but hollow, unable to match your strength." The beauty of the winding corridor began to reveal itself to Lu Yun. Whenever Liu Guo reached the peak of sensation, he felt an invisible pull emanating from deep within the garden—the bird’s head seemed drawn in, held tightly, enveloped in a sense of effortless ease and comfort. Liu Guo, overwhelmed by Lu Yun's relentless passion, could scarcely speak: "Little Yun, did I not tell you that?" Lu Yun now stood at the climax. With sudden, powerful strength, he roared—a deep rumble rolling through his body—and then collapsed onto Liu Guo’s chest, gasping for breath. After a brief pause, Lu Yun stepped back, lying beside her on the bed, closing his eyes and pretending to sleep. The entire scene had left him utterly drained—since last night, he hadn’t truly rested. With his eyes closed, he asked softly: "Did you really just say that?" Liu Guo’s flushed cheeks remained tinged with warmth. She propped herself up beside him, her body still trembling slightly and exhaling gently: "What did I say again?" Lu Yun chuckled. "You’re quite forgetful! Didn’t you just tell me to become your husband? Now that it's over, are you going to back out?" Liu Guo placed her face against Lu Yun’s chest, her fingers gliding casually across his torso, smiling sheepishly: "Oh, little one—when I reached the heavens, I barely remembered what I said." Indeed, Liu Guo hadn’t lied. For the first time since marriage, she had experienced such profound joy. “And now,” Lu Yun asked, turning to her with a gentle smile, “do you like me to be your husband?” With no hesitation, he replied: "Of course! You truly are one of the top ten named treasures!" "Indeed," Liu Guo said proudly, brushing her long hair aside and glancing at him. "I won’t claim this is just an exaggeration—over the years, I’ve had hundreds of men in my life. Not a single one has lasted more than ten minutes beneath me. And you? You not only last longer—you’re strong enough that even your young vitality (the bird) stands out among them. Now I’m nearly worn out!" Lu Yun grinned—he couldn’t help but feel the thrill of being recognized, especially by someone so accomplished and beautiful. "And yet," he asked with a smile, "you’ve had such numerous relationships—how come you haven't lost your sense of vitality or ease?" Liu Guo laughed, her pride returning: "Because I have my own special treasure—the one that can rejuvenate itself after use!" Lu Yun nodded in understanding. This was indeed a remarkable advantage—a self-repairing instrument! Truly excellent. As they continued to chat and gently caress each other’s sensitive spots, the moment of passion had passed—otherwise, Lu Yun might very well have performed a classic 'bird-piercing' maneuver. With his face buried in Liu Guo’s neck, Lu Yun suddenly asked: "Have you been involved with many village men over these years?" Liu Guo scoffed. "What do you mean? That’s my private secret—how could I tell you such things?" Lu Yun shook his head. "Then never mind," he said, reaching out with a gesture. Then, suddenly, he plunged his hand deep into her lush terrain. "Ah!" Liu Guo gasped, trying to push him away—but Lu Yun had found the most sensitive spot in her body. Even though she had just finished climaxing, this area remained tender and unyielding. Lu Yun’s surprise move gave him a firm hold—unwilling to release it now. With a gentle twist of his fingers, Liu Guo softened instantly, eyes closed, begging: "Little Lu, let go! If you keep going, I’ll be overwhelmed again!" "Unconvinced?" Lu Yun chuckled. "If you can’t endure, then we’ll have another round—after all, my little bird seems to be waking up again. Just feel it yourself." "Just call me your little husband," Liu Guo pleaded, her face flushed and breathless. "And I’ll let you go." Lu Yun had seen this phrase often on TV—how every city dweller called their spouse 'my little husband.' Now he seized the opportunity to propose it. Liu Guo’s cheeks flared with embarrassment. "You think that’s easy? You haven’t even married me yet!" Lu Yun grinned mischievously: "Then see who wins—the one who holds firm on the words, or the one whose body speaks for itself?" Overwhelmed and weary, Liu Guo now lay completely relaxed under Lu Yun’s touch. Her warmth surged again—her breath came in shallow gasps. "Little husband," she stammered, "please spare me!" Lu Yun laughed softly, lifting her gently into a warm embrace, affectionate: "Alright! Now tell me—who among the village men have you been involved with?" Liu Guo, now fully committed, no longer felt any need to hide: "Most of them, I believe." Lu Yun’s eyes widened. "Then—have you ever had anything with my uncle, the third cousin?" Liu Guo looked at him, her expression firm: "Home flowers are always more fragrant than wild ones. What man wouldn’t want to ride someone else’s wife?" "So it has happened," Lu Yun nodded. He pressed on: "And compared to your husband, how strong is his performance?" "Stronger? If he were that strong," Liu Guo replied with a smile, "your third wife would still be the one chasing him!" Lu Yun kissed her gently. "That’s true—but don’t forget, my little bird isn’t ordinary. Didn't I just leave you breathless with desire?" — To Our Readers: Please feel free to leave your reviews, votes, and bookmarks! A kind word of appreciation from our beloved patron would mean the world! Chapter 042: "Call Me Your Little Husband" — now complete!