Chapter 385: The Silk Stockings Were Just Inspiration!

Li Luo never imagined that Xu Youyu's birthday gift would be delivered to him in such a creative way, at such a moment.

And he couldn't refuse—it had to be accepted passively.

Yet this was the first time he had truly held his senior's foot in his hands.

At this very moment, it wasn't just an ordinary foot—it was a foot clad in silk stockings, brimming with allure and sexual tension!

The silky texture, the sensation beneath his fingertips, continuously stimulated Li Luo's nerves.

Then, at that very moment, another foot reached out and landed on his thigh!

Li Luo looked at Xu Youyu and saw her body taut; she barely managed to extend both legs forward—if she relaxed even slightly, she'd collapse entirely and fall onto the bed.

To tease him under the table, Xu Youyu had truly pulled out all the stops.

But Li Luo reached another hand into the covers, seized her other mischievous foot, then spread his palm wide to grip both ankles, leaving one hand free to slap the calf wrapped in silk stockings.

Instantly, Xu Youyu's body began to tremble.

Especially after Li Luo touched her leg—she felt his large hand, warm and pulsing, striking her thigh as if carrying electricity, surging upward along her thigh, through her spine, straight into her brain.

On the table, Xu Youyu bit her lip lightly, her eyes shifting, pleadingly meeting Li Luo's gaze—finally making him release one foot.

She quickly pulled that foot back, propping up half her body, then cast him a sultry glance before ignoring the remaining foot entirely.

She let Li Luo leave it on his thigh, occasionally kneaded by his large hand—it was surprisingly pleasant.

Meanwhile, Li Luo seized the pause between Ying Chanxi and Yan Zhusheng rolling dice, pretending to tidy the covers, then secretly lifted them to peek inside.

Seeing the black silk stockings wrapped around his senior's feet, Li Luo involuntarily swallowed.

That's right.

In Li Luo's mind, Xu Youyu was meant to wear black silk stockings.

Especially those thigh-high, butt-hugging ones—they were the ultimate temptation, perfectly suited to Xu Youyu's figure.

In comparison, Yan Zhusheng and Ying Chanxi didn't suit black silk at all.

And their legs were too slender—especially Yan Zhusheng's; if she wore black silk, they'd look unnaturally long and thin, losing all beauty.

But if she wore thin white silk stockings that faintly revealed the skin beneath, it would be perfect.

As for Ying Chanxi, her pale, delicate feet needed no stockings at all—they were already perfect.

If she absolutely had to wear some, only thick white silk would do—she'd look utterly adorable.

But Li Luo only thought about it.

At most, he'd secretly describe it in his novels.

Yet Li Luo recalled that before buying the gift, Xu Youyu had specifically asked him whether he sometimes wrote his own preferences into his novels.

Li Luo had admitted it.

He hadn't expected Xu Youyu would actually buy black silk stockings.

After all, in his novels, he'd written about Jiang Ming's black-silk legs more than once—essentially imagining his senior's legs while writing them.

Now, actually touching the black-silk legs he'd only ever described in fiction left Li Luo dazed—he barely reacted when it was his turn.

"Li Luo, your turn," Yan Zhusheng's pale little hand waved before him. "What are you thinking about?"

"Why is your right hand under the covers?" Ying Chanxi asked, puzzled.

"Cough… my leg itches, I'm scratching it," Li Luo said, and unconsciously scratched a few times.

Though he wasn't scratching her sole, Xu Youyu still instinctively pulled her leg back and shot him a glare.

Li Luo rolled the dice, and along with Xu Youyu's plane in "Winged Flight," both of them advanced a distance.

Then it was Xu Youyu's turn to roll—she also chose "Winged Flight," pulling Li Luo forward.

Having finally enjoyed the benefits of the Birthday Person's privilege, Li Luo felt deeply satisfied.

But just as their "Winged Flight" pieces neared the finish line, Ying Chanxi rolled a five.

At this moment, Ying Chanxi had a piece that needed exactly five steps to collide with Li Luo and Xu Youyu's paired planes.

"Senior, if I crash into both of you, what happens?" Ying Chanxi held the piece, rubbing it between her fingers, pursed her lips, and turned to ask.

"Then all three planes get destroyed," Xu Youyu said. "All three go back home."

Ying Chanxi raised an eyebrow, intrigued: "Then what about the truth question?"

"If you destroy us both, you can ask each of us one truth question."

"Fine."

"What do you mean 'fine'?!" Li Luo grabbed Ying Chanxi's arm, pleading desperately. "Can you really bear to see me blown back home?"

"It's fun," Ying Chanxi huffed. Seeing Li Luo paired with someone else annoyed her; now that she had the chance, she wouldn't let this pair of lovebirds off. "Begging me won't help."

With that, she raised her hand high, then brought it down hard.

In an instant, all three planes crashed with a thunderous roar.

Ying Chanxi looked calmly at Li Luo and asked first: "Whose birthday gift did you like the most this year?"

Li Luo: "... Did you give me one?"

Hearing this, Ying Chanxi instantly furious—her foot kicked beneath the table.

The next second, Xu Youyu clapped a hand over her mouth, propped her elbow on the table, and lowered her head to hide her expression.

Though Li Luo wasn't kicked, he felt the movement beneath the table and frowned strangely: "You… why did you kick me?"

"The MV tonight was the gift—it's just not edited yet," Ying Chanxi grumbled, unaware that the foot she'd just kicked felt slightly different.

"Cough… I still really like it," Li Luo defused. "I like all your gifts—none are better or worse than others."

Hearing Li Luo's evasive answer, Ying Chanxi felt slightly disappointed—but also breathed a quiet sigh of relief… at least he hadn't said he liked the other two's gifts more.

So she turned to Xu Youyu, who was still covering her mouth, and asked curiously: "Senior, what's wrong?"

"N-nothing," Xu Youyu quickly removed her hand, feeling Li Luo's gentle rubbing on her calf beneath the table, then forced a calm expression. "What do you want to ask, Xixi?"

"Hmm…" Ying Chanxi hesitated. "What exactly did Senior give Li Luo as a gift?"

"Oh~ This thing?" Xu Youyu grinned, her eyes darting to Li Luo, her bare toes wiggling playfully beneath the table, teasing his palm. "What is it~? You want me to say it, Li Luo?"

"Why ask Li Luo?" Yan Zhusheng asked, puzzled. "It's not something weird, is it?"

"If you're going to say it, just say it." Li Luo coughed twice, no longer daring to keep touching his senior's foot—he quickly pushed it back. "Or else watch out, your kid might be born without an anus."

"Hmph." Xu Youyu snorted twice but didn't pull her leg away; instead, she shoved it deeper into Li Luo's lap, then smiled sweetly at Ying Chanxi. "It's~ silk~ stockings~ Black silk, even~"

Yan Zhusheng: "?"

Ying Chanxi: "???"

"Someone joked before that they really wanted to feel what black silk stockings felt like in real life—for novel research," Xu Youyu explained cheerfully. "That day, I was browsing Taobao, hadn't decided what to give him for his birthday, so I just fulfilled his wish."

"So… that's how it is…?" Ying Chanxi's expression twisted strangely as she glanced at Li Luo, then couldn't help asking, "You're not actually going to wear them yourself, are you?"

"No way." Li Luo's face darkened, but his hand beneath the blanket wasn't shy—he slid back onto his senior's smooth, silk-wrapped calf.

Especially that calf muscle—plump, soft, and delightful to squeeze.

"I can wear them," Yan Zhusheng volunteered, raising her hand. "Li Luo, you want to touch? I'll let you use me for research."

Hearing this, Ying Chanxi pouted unhappily, whispering softly: "I… I can do it too…"

"Really?" Xu Youyu's eyes lit up with mischief. "Zhusheng and Xixi are both sure?"

"Sure," Yan Zhusheng nodded.

"Um… y-yeah, I can too," Ying Chanxi said, blushing furiously, unable to let Yan Zhusheng outdo her.

"Good, good, good!" Xu Youyu clapped enthusiastically, then pulled her legs back, scrambled up from under the covers, darted to the edge of the bed, slipped on her slippers, and bolted out the door. "Wait for me! I'll be right back!"

Seeing how excited and eager Xu Youyu was, Li Luo and the other two exchanged glances—and suddenly felt a bad premonition.

Hmm… then again, maybe it's not all bad… Li Luo thought.

He even felt a faint thrill of anticipation.

Soon, Xu Youyu returned, holding two packs of silk stockings, and cheerfully rolled up her pant leg to display the black silk already on her legs: "I've already put them on. Now it's your turn."

She tossed the two packs over.

One landed beside Yan Zhusheng, the other on Ying Chanxi's desk.

Li Luo stared.

Yan Zhusheng's pack was thin, sheer, body-hugging white silk stockings.

Ying Chanxi's was the cute, three-quarter-length kind that squeezed the flesh tightly.

At this moment.

Yan Zhusheng eagerly began unwrapping her pack.

Ying Chanxi blushed furiously, avoiding her gaze, yet carefully pinching the package and gently tearing it open.

Li Luo swallowed hard, his body growing warm.

Come to think of it… doesn't the loser of the flying chess game have to accept a big dare?

Li Luo's gaze fixed on the flying chess board—his eyes hardened with unprecedented determination.

Looks like I've got to bring out my real strength now!