Chapter 317: Counting the Ducks "By the bridge gate, a flock of ducks glides downstream—come on, come on, count them! Two, four, six, seven, eight—quack, quack! So many feathers, so many quacks!" * Lu Yun had been well-prepared. He nimbly dodged aside, swiftly extending his left hand to grasp Yang Yanping's right foot with perfect precision. With a light chuckle, he continued with his right hand, as before, pointing at the target and softly singing, "Quack, quack, quack—so many little ducks! So many downy feathers on their bodies!" Watching Lu Yun's odd posture and his amusing song, Yang Yanping could no longer hold back and burst out laughing, scolding, "Little rascal, are you done now? Please let go of me!" "I haven't been bothering you at all. I'm actually carefully counting the number of downy feathers on each duck. Usually, ducks have yellow feathers, but the one I'm seeing is a sleek, dark little duck—so plump and adorable!" Lu Yun spoke seriously, yet his expression was full of playful mischief, making it clear from the start that he had no good intentions. Yang Yanping's ankle was caught by Lu Yun, and though she struggled a few times without success, she eventually let him go on with his antics—after all, she had plenty of time in the evening to play with him. Yet, what she hadn't expected was that Lu Yun was becoming increasingly outrageous. Not only did he sing off-key, pontificating about her vast mountain forests, but he also kept playing with her ankle, performing various gestures as though presenting the entire mountain landscape to her. Although she and Lu Yun had shared numerous intimate moments, this level of embarrassment and being treated so playfully was entirely new to her. A wave of bashfulness surged through her, and she repeatedly pleaded, "Lu Yun, please let go of me—I'll feel terribly embarrassed." Giggling! The school's most renowned dynamic teacher, known for her flair, was now blushing—thanks to Lu Yun himself. This achievement truly warranted his pride. "Yanping姐, I think it's really great. And you seem to like her quite a bit, don't you think? Otherwise, how could the spring water flow so continuously? The little duck is taking a bath—its feathers are all wet and messy now. I'll go fetch a comb later to give it a good梳理." Lu Yun said, lifting Yang Yanping's feet to his chest and gazing at the vibrant nail polish on her toes, his heart stirred. Among all the high school girls, Yanping still stands out! Yang Yanping blushed deeply under Lu Yun's playful gaze and words, instinctively shielding herself with both hands. Yet, this very gesture of self-protection unexpectedly inspired Lu Yun to take an even bolder, more daring step. With a cheerful chuckle, he suddenly lifted Yang Yanping's long, graceful legs, bent his body slightly, and instantly carried her feet on his shoulders, straightening up to stand tall and upright—like a spear. Yang Yanping was caught off guard, gasped, and immediately lost her balance, slipping off her chair almost falling down. Fortunately, she reacted in time, extending both arms tightly to grasp the edges of the desk. As a result, the vast, unobstructed landscape of the mountain range now unfolded clearly before Lu Yun, leaving her blushing and embarrassed. In her moment of embarrassment, she lifted her left leg to cover herself, once again shielding the mountain valleys and gorges from view. Lu Yun chuckled softly, and with his free hand, gently grasped her other jade foot. With both arms exerting outward pressure, he now revealed an even clearer view. The desk itself had already been damp with water stains, slick and slippery. As Lu Yun's unexpected movements unfolded, Yang Yanping could no longer control her body and slid down toward the floor, calling out in surprise. "Little rascal! Do you intend to crush me? Let go!" she murmured as she slid downward. Lu Yun actually didn’t exert much effort, since Yang Yanping still had an injury on her feet—just a gentle separation was enough to achieve his purpose. Now seeing Yang Yanping’s body slide down from the chair, her right foot extending and pressing firmly against the chair’s leg, perfectly receiving the momentum of her fall. Though the movement flowed seamlessly and swiftly, Lu Yun’s knees ended up resting on Yang Yanping’s well-rounded buttocks, instantly spreading throughout his entire body the soft, cloud-like sensation of warmth and fullness. His foot tips tightened, his legs trembled slightly, as though he were rocking gently on a cushion of soft, bouncy cotton. “What are you doing? Please put me down! My ankle is so painful,” Yang Yanping frowned at Lu Yun. Lu Yun smiled mischievously. “Miss Yanping, you’ve soaked my pants completely.” Yang Yanping blushed, the water flowing even more vigorously, murmuring, “My ankle hurts so much.” "Now in this position, Yang Yanping had absolutely no choice but to once again rely on her feet as her trump card. Lu Yun indeed dropped his charming smile and nodded, saying, 'Yanping姐, just wait a moment—I'll come right away to save you.' Yang Yanping felt both helpless and amused; now, she was in this predicament all thanks to him, yet he was so utterly unapologetic, claiming he'd come to save her. As soon as he spoke, he gently lifted his arms, carefully drawing them upward along the delicate wrists of Yang Yanping, then leaned forward until his hands firmly supported her full, supple buttocks. Only then did he say, 'Yanping姐, wrap your arms around my neck—I'll save you unharmed.' Yang Yanping glanced at him and remarked, 'Such a heartless one! How could you treat me like this? Just wait until I give you a proper reckoning.' She then wrapped her arms around Lu Yun's neck as instructed. 'Heh, who knows who'll be the one to take care of whom later on? I've been thinking up all sorts of new ideas lately—by the time we're done, I'm certain you'll be begging "Lu Yun spoke, then pulled his hands upward with force. Yang Yanping quickly wrapped her legs around his waist and hummed, "Then let's see who comes out on top. I haven't been idle these past two days—by the time we're done, it's far from certain who will win." "Very well. Let's give it a try. Since your foot injury hasn't fully healed today, I'll hold back my more powerful moves. Let's see who can prevail on the bed." Lu Yun carried Yang Yanping gently toward the small single bed. Yang Yanping didn't fear him at all. Though they had previously traded victories, she was confident in her own strength. If she could once defeat Lu Yun, she could certainly do it again—perhaps even a third time—and she wasn't going to believe she couldn't take down this young upstart. The storm was gathering, and the battle was about to begin. ... Rural Beauty 317, Main Text 317 – Updated!