The Village Beauty, Chapter 445: Skin like melted butter, delicate to the touch "Ms. Ning, I've finished reading the content for this chapter of 'The Village Beauty, Chapter 445.'" "Hmm." Zhang Ning lightly nodded, sensing the subtle shift in Lu Yun's tone. After a brief silence, she understood the reason, blushing slightly and softly saying, "The rest, I'll handle myself. You—turn around, don't look." "Ms. Ning, may I step out first?" Lu Yun turned around and said. "Don't let my brother see you. If he sees you entering my room, he'll surely give you a dressing-down." Zhang Ning glanced at Lu Yun, noticing that he had now turned his back, and then gently covered her full, ample chest, slowly turning around herself. Your brother and your sister-in-law are currently studying the kids inside—there's absolutely no way they'll finish their argument in such a short time. It's only safe to go out now, but since Zhang Ning has said this, Lu Yun can only suppress his inner restlessness, extending both hands to hand over the towel and the bottle of medicine he's holding. "Don't peek!" Zhang Ning instinctively reminds him again. "I promise I won't peek!" Lu Yun gives a solid, manly pledge, though in his mind he's shamelessly imagining the scene of Zhang Ning gently wiping the pair of breasts—though scarred, still deeply alluring—with the towel. This content is from Chapter 445 of "Rural Beauty." "Bro, right now isn't the time for you to be making a fuss. Just be calm, will you?" As the vivid images keep flashing through his mind, Lu Yun quietly urges his younger brother to stay composed—just as Zhang Ning said, our guys aren't exactly fans of bold or intense scenes. Zhang Ning took the towel and bottle of medicine from Lu Yun's hands, her face flushed, and struggled to hold back the unpleasant odor, placing the bottle carefully aside. She began gently wiping the scarred skin on her chest with the damp towel. Drip, drip, drip! The water droplets from the towel kept falling into the basin, each crisp sound like little crickets trapped in jars, gently stirring Lu Yun's growing restlessness. Hmm—suddenly, a soft sigh came from behind. Immersed in her own reveries, Lu Yun couldn't help but ask, "Ning姐, what's wrong? Are you not feeling well?" "No, no, I'm fine," Zhang Ning replied, slightly flustered. "Good. Then please continue." Lu Yun exhaled a sigh of relief, yet based on his experience, Zhang Ning’s soft gasp had carried not just bashfulness, but a hint of pleasure—something akin to the sound emitted when two people are intimately entwined. Was it possible that she had just been…? As the rather awkward thought formed in his mind, Lu Yun silently scolded himself in his heart. For heaven’s sake, what was he, all tangled up in such nonsense? He had to remain calm, stay composed! By now, Zhang Ning was completely flustered. While gently wiping herself, her fingers had accidentally brushed against a small prominence on the left mound, and a sudden electric sensation surged through her body, causing her to emit a soft, barely audible gasp—something Lu Yun had surely caught. In the past, whenever she had been washing herself, she had inevitably lingered on her breasts, but never before had she experienced such a remarkable sensation. Could it be that having a man standing before her made all the difference? With the earlier incident fresh in mind, Zhang Ning deliberately kept her fingers away from her most sensitive areas, carefully applying the medicinal powder afterward. While Lu Yun was massaging her back, she had already sensed exactly how he did it. Now, following the same method, she performed the movements with great ease and proficiency. Her back grew warmer and itchier, yet she held her breath, suppressing every sound, her face glowing with an unexpected excitement. As she carefully attended to the scars on her chest, her demeanor grew even more attentive. Zhang Ning now felt as though she had been trapped in a cage for years and was finally experiencing a rebirth—her inner excitement was beyond words. Meanwhile, Lu Yun himself was enduring an intense inner struggle. Though he had reminded himself and his younger brother that they weren’t particularly fond of bold or intense experiences, he could still not suppress the deep, persistent urge to turn around and fully reveal Zhang Ning to him. Especially as the medicinal effects began to take hold, Lu Yun’s mind now vividly imagined Zhang Ning’s flawless, scar-free figure—this content is from Chapter 445 of "Rural Beauty." When Liu Yun was brushing herself, Li Yun could watch every detail without any hesitation. Now, with his back turned, listening to the delicate sounds of Zhang Ning’s subtle movements, he felt as though his skin were being gently scratched by a cat—so itchy, so unbearable! This truly embodied the saying: what can’t be seen is what’s most precious. Liu Yun gave him the impression of impulsiveness—wild, feline energy, eager to leap forward and passionately engage. But now, Zhang Ning offered him a sense of misty, elusive beauty—like seeing through a veil, half-hiding, half-revealing. Zhang Ning no longer felt shy; she suddenly turned around, leaving her back to Lu Yun. Lu Yun carefully observed and noticed that the scars on Zhang Ning's back, under the fading effects of the medicine, were peeling off like the calluses on a hand—yet, much like a snake shedding its skin, they remained loosely adhered to her skin, not fully detaching. "Ning姐, it's working! The scars are about to fall off. Just hold on a moment—I'll help you get them off," Lu Yun exclaimed with surprise. Wow, this big-bearded man's medicine truly is magical! Upon hearing this, Zhang Ning was filled with even greater joy and excitement. She nodded, allowing Lu Yun's hands to glide over her back. A gentle tingling sensation began to rise within her, surpassing even the earlier sharp pain. Lu Yun gently peeled off each scar that was about to detach, revealing fresh, delicate skin like that of a newborn. He knew then that this delicate girl had finally overcome her long-standing nightmare. "Ms. Zhang, you can now wear beautiful dresses." Lu Yun opened his mouth, originally intending to say she could now wear more eye-catching, bold outfits, but as he spoke, he realized his words were too casual and quickly revised himself. Lu Yun's words once again confirmed that the striking scars had finally faded away. Though she didn't yet know exactly how her skin had recovered, she now felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction. Her skin was as smooth and luminous as fresh jade, delicate enough to be broken by a gentle breath. When Lu Yun lifted the final scab from the scar on her back, he gently touched the pale skin of her shoulders.