Chapter 386: Help Her Put Them On Herself

Facing the scene before him, Li Luo's expression remained calm on the surface, but he was struggling to control himself.

Yet the occasional glances he stole toward Ying Chanxi and Yan Zhusheng's hands betrayed his true thoughts.

Xu Youyu chuckled beside him, observing Li Luo's reaction with a curious expression, thoroughly satisfied with her maneuver.

But when Li Luo saw both Yan Zhusheng and Ying Chanxi pulling out white silk stockings from their packaging, silently hoping for the sight, Xu Youyu reached out and stopped their hands, smiling sweetly:

"Don't rush—we'll keep playing the game first. There'll be time later for you to put on the stockings."

Since the stockings were bought by Xu Youyu, Yan Zhusheng and Ying Chanxi obeyed her suggestion and held off.

But this delayed the sight Li Luo had been eager to see, and his face immediately fell with disappointment.

"Someone looks a bit disappointed, huh?" Xu Youyu sat back down, drawing her legs into the quilt, secretly slipping one foot back onto his thigh, letting him play with and squeeze it, while still teasing:

"Don't talk nonsense—I'm not disappointed at all," Li Luo instantly smoothed his expression, speaking seriously, "You yourself said I'm doing this for research, to write novel plots that satisfy readers—I'm making great sacrifices."

Feeling her foot being gently handled by him, Xu Youyu gave Li Luo a strange look, thinking: You really have the nerve to say that.

No wonder his novels do so well—everything's just made up with that mouth of his.

At this moment, Li Luo finally calmed down; after living with three beautiful girls for a year and a half, he could remain unmoved even in the face of temptation.

Having caressed his senior's small foot and found some comfort, he no longer rushed to see the other two put on their stockings.

Yan Zhusheng had already taken out her very thin white silk stockings from the packaging and simply placed them atop the quilt covering her thighs.

Ying Chanxi had just opened her package, and upon hearing her senior's words, she temporarily set the packaging behind her on the bed, not yet pulling out the stockings.

"Zhusheng, it's your turn—stop playing with that stocking," Li Luo said, watching Yan Zhusheng curiously fiddling with it in her hands.

"Oh." Yan Zhusheng put down the stocking, rolled the dice for herself, and refocused on the game.

But she still occasionally touched the stocking, examining it with curiosity.

Since she'd never worn silk stockings before, Yan Zhusheng found them intriguing.

Ying Chanxi was the same, though she was more reserved and too shy to openly inspect the stockings in front of everyone, so she could only sneak glances at Yan Zhusheng's side.

The airplane game continued.

When Ying Chanxi destroyed Xu Youyu's airplane again, she asked curiously: "Senior, why did you buy us silk stockings?"

"It's simple—Li Luo needs research material," Xu Youyu grinned. "Didn't you pay attention, Xixi? In his book, Jiang Ming often wears black silk, Mo Qinghan wears white silk, Shen Dongdong wears white pantyhose—I just bought what he asked for."

"O-Oh, is that so?" Ying Chanxi sometimes noticed such physical descriptions while reading, but never paid special attention to them.

She hadn't expected Li Luo to have such a preference.

But Li Luo immediately explained: "You don't understand—this isn't just based on my personal taste."

"It's about character development, right? Each character needs specific design elements to shape their image in the reader's mind."

"If I just write 'a woman is beautiful' with phrases like 'skin like congealed fat, beauty rivaling Xi Shi,' I can't build a concrete image in the reader's mind."

"At such moments, I need partial descriptions to reinforce the character's image."

"Like silk stockings?" Yan Zhusheng tilted her head.

"Cough… that's just one method," Li Luo reluctantly agreed. "For example, every time I describe Mo Qinghan's entrance, she always appears wearing white silk."

"Then, when I want to depict a character's arrival so that readers recognize her as Mo Qinghan even before her name is spoken—"

"I only need to write: 'A pair of long, beautiful legs wrapped in white silk, walking gracefully from afar.'"

"See? I don't even need to say her name—the reader naturally knows who it is. That creates a sense of distant arrival, where supporting characters haven't yet recognized the newcomer—a long shot."

"But if I directly write, 'Mo Qinghan walks from afar wearing white silk,' that's a close-up and medium shot—the reading sensation differs slightly."

"But to achieve that long-shot effect, I must bind white silk to Mo Qinghan in the novel—so no one else can appear wearing white silk."

"You make it sound very logical," Xu Youyu smiled, propping her chin as she watched Li Luo explain. "But you still haven't explained why you picked black silk for me, white silk for Zhusheng, and white pantyhose for Xixi, hmm?"

Li Luo: "..."

He'd thought his long-winded explanation had already settled the matter.

Who knew Xu Youyu still wouldn't let it go.

Li Luo had no choice but to shrug. "I just picked outfits I thought best suited your individual traits—can't I do that?"

"Of course you can," Xu Youyu chuckled. "I never said you couldn't—I just noticed someone was being stubborn a moment ago."

"So, Li Luo thinks I look better in these white silk stockings?" Yan Zhusheng picked up the white stocking resting on her thigh and asked curiously.

"Cough… this is just my personal opinion—it may not suit you best," Li Luo said awkwardly. "After all, I've never actually seen you wearing them."

"Then do you want to see?" Xu Youyu teased. "They haven't put theirs on yet, but I already have mine on—I can take off my pajama pants right now and show you."

"Cough… let's keep playing, let's keep playing," Li Luo quickly cut off the topic, urging Xu Youyu to roll the dice.

Feeling Li Luo suddenly grip her foot tighter, Xu Youyu chuckled, wiggling her toes playfully in his palm before rolling the dice.

After that, the airplane game continued.

The first round lasted over half an hour.

Although Li Luo fell behind early, he later used the "Winged Flight" effect to ride Yan Zhusheng's final piece past her finish line, making her circle once more, and won the game in third place.

Thus, the loser of the first round was determined.

"Great!"

Xu Youyu, the winner, clapped and laughed. "Zhusheng lost—you have to accept the big dare!"

"Oh." Yan Zhusheng nodded obediently, accepting defeat, her gaze toward Xu Youyu even hinting at anticipation.

As expected, Xu Youyu did not disappoint Yan Zhusheng's expectation.

While Ying Chanxi, still thinking in conventional game logic, was relieved to have placed second and avoided punishment, she heard Xu Youyu say:

"Zhusheng's big dare is…"

"Hand your silk stockings directly to Li Luo, and ask him to put them on you!"

"You're not allowed to help him with your hands at all—he must put them on you completely by himself!"

Li Luo: "?"

Ying Chanxi: "???"

"Why are you staring at me?" Xu Youyu turned to Li Luo and saw him looking back with a confused expression; she immediately giggled, "You lost, so hurry up."

"It was Zhusheng who lost, not me—why should I be punished too?" Li Luo asked, puzzled.

Ying Chanxi across from them nodded vigorously, muttering sourly, "Yeah, exactly."

"How is this even a punishment for you?" Xu Youyu slapped Li Luo's shoulder, then shoved him hard toward Yan Zhusheng, "Hurry up, don't dawdle—there's more fun coming."

"Cough…" Actually, Li Luo wasn't that resistant; pushed by Xu Youyu, he naturally leaned over toward Yan Zhusheng.

Thus, Ying Chanxi watched helplessly as Yan Zhusheng picked up the white silk stocking that had been resting on her thigh and handed it to Li Luo.

"Li Luo, could you help me put it on?" Yan Zhusheng blinked at him.

"Hmm…" Li Luo reached out and took the white silk, watching as Yan Zhusheng extended her legs from beneath the blanket—he fell silent.

Among the three girls, Yan Zhusheng's legs were the longest and thinnest.

Although her pajama top was thick, her lower body wore only cotton shorts, reaching roughly to her knees.

But no matter what, these were pajama shorts, not a pajama skirt.

Which meant, if she wanted to wear these white silk stockings…

"Wait! What are you doing?!"

Li Luo saw her suddenly stand up from the bed, strip off her pajama shorts in one swift motion—they landed flat on the mattress and piled at her feet—and he gasped out loud.

But Yan Zhusheng merely tilted her head at him, puzzled: "What's wrong? If I don't take these off, how can I put the stockings on?"

The stockings Xu Youyu bought for Yan Zhusheng were a snug, hip-hugging style, requiring them to be pulled all the way up to the waist.

If Yan Zhusheng wore her pajama shorts, she truly couldn't get them on.

But the sight before Li Luo now was still too stimulating.

Even though Yan Zhusheng's top was loose and thick, its hem barely covered her thighs.

But she was standing now, while Li Luo was still seated on the bed!

If not for that summer vacation trip when they'd gone to get class assignments and he'd already seen this sight, Li Luo might have truly struggled under the stimulation.

Fortunately, he'd already built up some resistance.

Now calmer, Li Luo said, "Then… sit down first."

"Oh." Yan Zhusheng obediently kicked her pajama shorts aside and plopped down.

But with this sitting posture, her pajama top rode up—now it truly couldn't cover anything at all…

Not just Li Luo—even Xu Youyu across from her and Ying Chanxi beside her could see everything clearly.

Xu Youyu stole glances at Li Luo's expression, smirking to herself.

Ying Chanxi stared blankly, watching Li Luo pick up the white silk, align the opening with Yan Zhusheng's outstretched toes—her lips puffed out in regret.

If she'd known this would happen, she should've let herself lose on purpose.

Winning the game now felt like losing—Ying Chanxi's lips swelled into two little buns.

But since she'd agreed to the rules, she could only sit here and watch, take a deep breath, and steady her emotions.

Still, Li Luo ran into some trouble.

"This… wait… let me think."

Li Luo stretched open the stocking's opening and slid it straight over Yan Zhusheng's toes.

But when he reached her ankle, the stocking got stuck.

He felt if he pulled harder, it might tear.

At that moment, Li Luo suddenly realized—he quickly pulled the stocking off her foot and recalled the correct way to wear it.

Watching from the side, Xu Youyu thought Li Luo genuinely didn't know how to put it on, so she leaned on his shoulder and directed, "You're so dumb—you have to stretch the stocking fully open in your hands first, then slowly roll it up."

Prompted by Xu Youyu, Li Luo decided to pretend he'd just learned this—he began fumbling, rolling the stocking with effort.

Yan Zhusheng wasn't in a hurry; she patiently extended her foot.

Seeing Li Luo still preparing, she placed both feet on his thighs and rested.

To be fair, though Li Luo had some theoretical knowledge, this was his first time actually doing it—and he was still clumsy.

When he finally smoothed the white silk all the way up one leg, he exhaled deeply and looked at Yan Zhusheng.

Yan Zhusheng caught his gaze and, with perfect understanding, lifted her right foot and offered it to his chest.

Li Luo then realigned the stretched opening with the soft, pale foot before him.

Yan Zhusheng's foot was size 38—certainly smaller than Li Luo's, but noticeably larger than Xu Youyu's, and much bigger than Ying Chanxi's size 35.

Yet because Yan Zhusheng was naturally slender, her foot appeared especially long and elegant.

Upon closer look, faint blue veins could be seen beneath her porcelain skin—quite sensual.

When the thin white silk wrapped around it, those veins vanished, leaving only smooth, pale skin, faintly visible through the sheer fabric.

Xu Youyu had bought stockings so thin they were nearly invisible when bare—but as Li Luo slid them up Yan Zhusheng's calf, their transparency became clear.

When his hands passed her knees and climbed onto her snow-white thighs, the sheer quality became unmistakable.

But once the stocking covered one leg, Li Luo froze again.

His gaze landed between Yan Zhusheng's thighs—he stared blankly, then snapped back to himself and hurried to roll the other stocking.

Seeing this, Yan Zhusheng blinked, then placed her already-silk-clad foot on Li Luo's thigh and gently rubbed it twice.

"Li Luo."

"Hmm?"

"Is this comfortable?" Yan Zhusheng placed her entire calf on his thigh; the white silk pressed against his skin, producing a soft rustling sound.

"Cough… don't mess around—I haven't finished yet."

"You said you needed reference material," Yan Zhusheng said seriously. "I'm helping you now."

"... It's quite comfortable," Li Luo said honestly.

At these words, Yan Zhusheng immediately smiled beautifully.

Opposite them, Ying Chanxi scowled and turned her head away, unwilling to watch Yan Zhusheng's bare feet rubbing back and forth on Li Luo's thigh.

But her peripheral vision couldn't help stealing another glance, thinking she'd do the same soon.

She might as well learn now, so she wouldn't freeze up later and not know what to do.

Meanwhile, Xu Youyu watched the scene with a smiling face and winked at Yan Zhusheng.

Li Luo had finally finished rolling up the other side, took a deep breath, and looked at Yan Zhusheng.

At this point, since one stocking had already been pulled up to her thigh, Yan Zhusheng had to retract her other leg, bend her knee, and lift her foot.

Li Luo also had to sit up straight on the bed and move in front of Yan Zhusheng to properly align the stocking's cuff with her other foot.

Finally, both white stockings had passed the knees, leaving only one final step.

Yan Zhusheng stood up from the bed in full cooperation; the stocking's top edge dug tightly into her thigh flesh, faintly indenting it and accentuating its softness.

Li Luo knelt on the bed, back straight. When Yan Zhusheng suddenly stood upright on the bed, Li Luo froze in place—his face directly facing her abdomen, watching helplessly as she lifted up her pajama hem.

"Wait… what are you doing? Put it down right now!"

"This way, you can see better," Yan Zhusheng blinked, still holding the hem with both hands, showing no intention to let go.