Miss Lu, the village beauty, Chapter 438: "Touching Your Little Buttocks" – Chapter 438, "Touching Your Little Buttocks." Miss Lu had already been weeping profusely. Land Yun turned to look at her, and finally, slowly lowered his arm. Yet Gao Yang lay motionless on the ground, as if dead. This content is the textual material from Chapter 438 of "Miss Lu, the Village Beauty." "Just as Landun was naturally employing the fist technique he had practiced with the ancient figure in his dream last night, during the crucial moment when he met the heavy hammer head of Gao Yang, he executed a move called 'Tianlang Watching the Moon' to absorb half of the hammer's force, followed by 'Tiao Ma So' to deflect and send the hammer head rebounding back. Though these two moves seemed awkward and out of place, they proved to be decisive at the critical moment. That small contribution was enough to knock Gao Yang down! 'No, I want to go with you,' Landun cried, suddenly feeling like a source of trouble—Landun had already fought Gao Yang twice for her sake. The first time had been better, with Zhou Quan's assistance, and he had escaped unharmed. This time, however, he had sustained hand injuries, and a sharp, piercing pain surged through his heart. This content is from Chapter 438 of 'Rural Beauty.' " With a sharp tear, Lu Xiaoying desperately ripped off a corner of her short shirt, gently bandaging Lu Yun's wounds while wiping tears from her eyes: "You promised to return to the classroom. Why are you still arguing with him? Your hands are so badly injured." Though her entire arm ached and numb, Lu Yun remained resolute, saying, "It's just a scratch. I'll manage. Don't worry. I'll take you to your dorm for a while." As he looked around, Lu Yun noticed a slim female teacher entering the classroom where Xiaoying was seated—she looked very much like Ling Xiaoman. But shouldn't the first class of the morning be art class? Xiaoying persisted until Lu Yun, rarely seen in such a serious mood, finally sighed and nodded in agreement, tears welling up, yet insisted she must visit the town's health clinic. After being taken back to her dorm, Xiaoying slammed the door shut and lay on her bed, weeping silently. Lu Yun sighed. He had only wanted to protect his own woman, yet time and again, he found himself unable to control his emotions, continually causing her worry. Now that his strength had greatly increased, the kick he delivered to Gao Yang’s forehead—whether the man would survive that blow remained to be seen. Glancing at his right hand, now wrapped by Xiao Ying, he couldn’t help but chuckle bitterly: he’d surely broken at least two fingers. Back in the town, with those ordinary physicians, he’d probably only receive pain relievers. Heartan had just given him a martial arts manual, urging him not to use it for fighting or duels. Now that he had beaten Gao Yang—though Gao Yang had previously mistreated Xiao Ying—he had indeed been overly impulsive. With Xiao Ying already unwell, this new trouble had undoubtedly added both physical and emotional strain to her. He couldn’t go back to Heartan’s anymore. Looking at his trembling hands, the only course left was to seek help from Uncle with the thick beard. Determined, Lu Yun didn't immediately go to find the man with the thick beard. Instead, he pushed open the door of Xiao Ying's dorm room and gently lifted her into his arms, still weeping, holding her close and softly saying, "Xiao Ying, I promised you I wouldn't let you suffer the slightest injury. Just sleep well. When you wake up, I'll be fine." Xiao Ying, her eyes glistening with tears, stared at Lu Yun in wonder, saying, "The injury is on you, but the pain is in my heart—do you understand?" Lu Yun was suddenly struck by a deep pang of emotion, kissing the trails of tears on her face and whispering, "I do. But I won't let you suffer a single bit of hardship. I'll go now. Just rest well." Lu Yun stood up. Lu Xiaoying clung to his arm with lingering affection, her voice choked with emotion and tenderness, saying, "Promise me, from now on, don't fight with others for me anymore—promise me you'll do that." Pausing, a blush rose to her cheeks, and her voice became barely audible, like a whisper, "If you can do that, I'll be willing to give up my principles and surrender my body to you." This content is the text from Chapter 438 of "Rural Beauty." For several days now, Lu Xiaoying has felt as though enchanted—whenever she sees Lu Yun, her passion burns uncontrollably, gradually eroding the principles she once held so firmly. Now, Lu Yun has fought with Gao Yang again, his injuries clearly visible. If she gives her body to him, and shows him that her heart belongs solely to him, will things change? Will he no longer raise his hands in conflict over trivial matters? In Lu Xiaoying’s mind, Lu Yun was simply afraid that she might fall in love with someone else, which is why he resorted to physical confrontations with anyone who had intentions toward her. She never considered that, although Lu Yun was somewhat flirtatious, he had always regarded her as his future wife—exactly as he saw her. Their shared childhood memories, coupled with their frequent interactions over six years of elementary school, had already made their feelings clear without needing words. Lu Yun, however, was momentarily stunned, gently brushing her smooth, flowing hair, and murmuring, “Xiaoying, what’s wrong? Didn’t we agree that I would only ask you to be my wife on the very day I marry you?” Xiaoying blushed deeply, her voice trembling as she said, “Do you not want me? Or do you still want me to keep worrying, to keep fighting with others?” Lu Yun was taken aback. “Xiaoying, let’s talk about this when I return. For now, just rest peacefully. When you wake up, everything will be fine,” he said, speaking to her as if she were a child. Lu Xiaoying hurried, "Then go on, and be careful on the way." Lu Yun nodded, kissed her softly on the lips, and smiled, "I'll be off now. Don't cry again—should I see you with puffy eyes when I return, I'll... well, I'll give you a good smack on your little bottom." Saying this, she gently tapped her on the round, firm backside. With that, Lu Yun didn't hesitate, stepped out of the girls' dormitory. Her right hand had lost all sensation—she was genuinely afraid she'd completely lose it, and then, whenever she touched things, she'd feel nothing at all. She hurried to the bicycle shed, supported herself with one hand, and mounted Liu Tingting's bicycle, riding out of campus at full speed toward the iron-wheeled village where the big-bearded man lived. ... Rural Beauty 438, Main Text 438—updated with a touch on your little bottom!