Chapter 388

On the bed in the master bedroom.

Xu Youyu and Yan Zhusheng had already left voluntarily, giving them space alone.

At this moment, the girl sat cross-legged on the bed, thinking that if Li Luo was going to put socks on her, sitting like this definitely wouldn't work.

So, hesitantly, she turned to her side, pulled her crossed legs back out from under the covers, and stretched them out on the bed.

Winter had arrived; after her bath, Ying Chanxi wore a cotton panda pajama set—long sleeves and long pants, looking quite conservative.

When she turned sideways, the fabric tugged, causing the loose area over her chest to tighten suddenly, revealing for an instant a small, delicate hill-like contour—adorable.

After stretching her legs out, Ying Chanxi's pale, delicate feet were exposed before Li Luo's eyes, small and dainty, her toes slightly curled in nervous tension.

Though merely feet, they seemed to express emotion like a face—her tiny toes twitching slightly, as if one could see a girl shyly covering her blushing cheeks.

In contrast, Ying Chanxi's face was trying hard to remain calm—if not for her cheeks, now flushed bright red like little tomatoes, you'd never guess how shy she was.

Yet, thinking that such adorable, pale, delicate feet would soon be wrapped in silk stockings, Li Luo felt a strange pang of regret.

Actually, Ying Chanxi's legs looked best when bare.

Xu Youyu's legs were relatively plump, soft to the touch, while Yan Zhusheng's were long and slender, slightly bony, perfect for gently caressing her smooth skin.

But Ying Chanxi's legs were perfectly proportioned—neither too fleshy nor too thin, the balance just right; she truly didn't need silk stockings to enhance their shape, as her natural lines were already flawless.

Silk stockings could only be an added flourish.

"Shall I begin?"

Li Luo sat beside Ying Chanxi, staring at her small feet, then forcing his gaze to shift from her feet to her cheeks, asking her.

"Mm." Ying Chanxi nodded, then suddenly realized something.

Since he was putting on silk stockings…

Ying Chanxi lowered her head, her eyes falling on her legs still covered by her pajama pants.

If she wanted Li Luo to help her put on the stockings, then… clearly… didn't she need to take off her pajama pants first?

Otherwise, how could the stockings go on?

Thinking of this, Ying Chanxi grew even more embarrassed, deciding she'd wait until Li Luo was ready before removing her pants.

But then she remembered Yan Zhusheng's earlier actions—she hadn't hesitated at all.

So Ying Chanxi steeled her resolve, took a deep breath, and stood up decisively from the bed.

Li Luo had just opened the packaging bag, reaching inside to pull out the stockings, when he saw Ying Chanxi suddenly stand up.

His gaze followed her upward, meeting hers as she stood.

Ying Chanxi noticed Li Luo staring and blushed instantly; her hands had just reached her waist, gripping the waistband of her pajama pants, but she couldn't bring herself to pull them down in front of him.

Let's be honest.

If Yan Zhusheng's swift, decisive removal delivered a powerful, immediate impact,

then Ying Chanxi's hesitant, bashful half-undressing now exuded tender grace—resisting yet inviting, uniquely alluring.

"Y-You don't look," Ying Chanxi whispered, unable to bear his gaze any longer, "when I take them off, you—you should be handling the stockings too."

"Cough… I know, I won't look," Li Luo quickly averted his eyes and began fiddling with the stockings in his hands.

According to Xu Youyu, Ying Chanxi's pair were three-quarter-length stockings.

Compared to Yan Zhusheng's thin, sheer ones, these felt noticeably thicker; even when stretched, they remained mostly opaque, the pure white color looking tightly woven.

And since they were three-quarter length, unlike Xu Youyu's and Yan Zhusheng's thigh-high stockings, Ying Chanxi's were two separate pairs.

Li Luo pulled out one, found the cuff, and felt something odd—the cuff seemed unusually narrow.

But he didn't think much of it; relying on prior experience and touch, he began tightening the cuff, then unconsciously glanced up to see how far Ying Chanxi had gotten.

To his surprise, she was still stuck at her butt—half-undressed, blushing, sneaking glances at him.

Seeing Li Luo's gaze sweep over her, she puffed out her cheeks and pointed at him: "You peeked!"

"I was just wondering why you hadn't finished… isn't taking off pants usually one or two seconds?" Li Luo teased, amused by her adorable shyness, "Why don't I just help you take them off?"

But Ying Chanxi's eyes flickered slightly at this—she actually… seemed tempted.

Especially now that Xu Youyu and Yan Zhusheng were in the bathroom, with no one else around, Ying Chanxi's courage was slightly bolstered.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have mustered the nerve to kiss Li Luo on the riverside during the MV shoot.

So when Li Luo, just joking, bent back down to roll the stocking, he heard a soft "Mm."

That "Mm" made Li Luo freeze; he instinctively looked up at Ying Chanxi, who had turned her head away, her tiny ears blazing red.

"Did I just hear something?" Li Luo chuckled.

Ying Chanxi, knowing he'd clearly heard it but was pretending not to, pouted in annoyance, stole a glance at him, and gave him a look that said: figure it out yourself.

Meanwhile, Li Luo, teasing Ying Chanxi, had rolled the stocking to its end.

But his fingers met empty air—something felt off.

This made Li Luo pause; he quickly looked down—and blurted out: "Holy shit."

"W-What's wrong?" Ying Chanxi jumped, crouching down to ask.

"Uh…" Li Luo stared at the rolled-up stocking, then unrolled it, lifted one end of the cuff, and stretched it open for Ying Chanxi to see: "Look at this opening—isn't it unusually narrow?"

"Mm… yeah, a bit," Ying Chanxi studied the cuff, then compared it to her leg: "It doesn't seem wide enough… this is way too narrow. Did Senior Sister buy the wrong size?"

"No, she didn't buy the wrong size…" Li Luo shook his head, smiling, then lifted the other end of the stocking and, to Ying Chanxi's surprise, stretched open a normal-sized cuff: "Look, it's open on both ends."

"Huh?" Ying Chanxi froze, then after a long moment, blushed furiously: "I-I… this… um…"

"Exactly," Li Luo nodded, a quiet thrill rising in him: "It reveals the toes—it's not fully enclosed."

"So that's how it is…" Ying Chanxi blinked, cheeks flushed, imagining herself wearing this, only a sliver of pale, delicate toes exposed—it felt even more embarrassing.

But Li Luo was clearly more excited; he studied the stocking with interest, confirmed how to put it on, then turned to Ying Chanxi: "Alright, do you want to take them off yourself, or shall I help?"

Ying Chanxi, hearing this, stood up again, turned her head aside, and muttered softly: "Didn't you already hear me say that?"

Li Luo naturally understood her meaning, but he rose from the bed, leaned close to her ear, and whispered with a chuckle: "What did you say earlier? My memory's a bit fuzzy—I forgot."

"You're fooling ghosts? You say you have a bad memory?" Ying Chanxi lightly bit her pearl-like teeth and secretly pinched his waist flesh.

Lightly, not painful at all—actually kind of pleasant.

"Cough… mainly because I'm a little shy too."

"You never speak a single word of truth," Ying Chanxi glared at him, puffed up with anger, but was suddenly startled when Li Luo leaned in close—she thought he was going to kiss her, and instinctively closed her eyes, waiting for the kiss to descend.

But soon, she felt two hands grip the waistband of her pants.

She instantly opened her eyes, saw Li Luo smiling at her, and her cheeks instantly flushed crimson.

Then she bit her lip and turned her head away, too embarrassed to meet his gaze again.

"You're so naughty…"

"I'm helping you out, and you call me naughty?"

Li Luo applied slight force and pulled the waistband down a little.

But Li Luo hadn't expected this.

Though Ying Chanxi was usually petite, even shorter than Yan Zhusheng, when he pulled straight down, she unexpectedly got stuck.

Soon after, Ying Chanxi let out a soft whimper, feeling Li Luo's fingers slide from both sides of her waist along the waistband to her lower back, naturally brushing against the edge of her Hundred Treasures Bag.

He pulled gently downward along the beautiful curve, past the bulging Hundred Treasures Bag, until it finally loosened completely.

At this point, Li Luo bent his knees slightly, his head already level with Ying Chanxi's shoulders.

Then he let go—the loose pajama pants immediately slipped down to her feet.

"Huh?" Li Luo glanced down and instinctively said, "Are you Doraemon today too?"

"Ah!" Ying Chanxi's face flushed instantly at those words; she hurriedly covered her Hundred Treasures Bag, hunched over, and bumped her forehead into his chest, blushing as she looked up at him, "You're not allowed to look!"

"You've already seen it—what difference does it make if you look more or less?"

"Anyway, you're not allowed to look!" Ying Chanxi's cheeks burned as she rushed to cover Li Luo's eyes.

But as her body pressed against him, her hands were effortlessly dodged by Li Luo; she touched nothing, and instead, he seized both her delicate wrists with one hand and yanked them behind her back, pinning her.

"Mmm…" Ying Chanxi, furious and pinned with her wrists held behind, felt her small chest forced upward, then wrapped in Li Luo's other arm as he pulled her into his embrace.

"Stop fooling around," Li Luo chuckled, his left hand accidentally landing on Doraemon's round head, supporting Ying Chanxi's body.

"Y-You let go…" Ying Chanxi glared at him, then immediately turned her head away, unable to meet his gaze.

Feeling the heat against her small buttocks, her body trembled slightly; her voice grew softer, gentler, like a hedgehog reluctantly exposing its tender belly.

After releasing Ying Chanxi, Li Luo sat back on the bed and picked up a white sock, beginning to roll it from the cuff.

Seeing this, before sitting back down, Ying Chanxi secretly tugged the edge of her underwear, adjusted it, then settled beside Li Luo.

When Li Luo finished rolling one white sock and looked toward Ying Chanxi, she immediately avoided his gaze—but her feet obediently lifted and were offered to him.

Honestly, at this moment, Ying Chanxi was absolutely adorable.

Li Luo gazed at the sight of her upper body in the panda pajamas, her balanced legs stretched out before him, and was momentarily stunned.

If Yan Zhusheng's thigh skin was the cold white of snow lotus, and Xu Youyu's the pinkish-white of petals,

then Ying Chanxi's skin resembled a freshly peeled boiled egg—lustrous white, so tender it looked as if a light pinch would shatter like egg white, making one reluctant to apply pressure.

Li Luo admired the legs spread before him and the small feet just offered to him, then heard Ying Chanxi whisper: "Y-You're staring… Hurry up and put them on for me—Senior Sister's almost done with the bathroom."

"Cough… Got it."

Li Luo snapped back to himself and finally aligned the stretched sock cuff with Ying Chanxi's tiny feet, slowly sliding it on.

As he pulled the long sock onto her, his fingers inevitably brushed her skin.

Li Luo was fine, but Doraemon's round face was slightly distorted.

But Ying Chanxi instinctively clenched her lips, her whole body trembling slightly, as if an electric current surged up her spine straight to her brain.

As his hand slid upward, past her knees and touched her thighs, she grew increasingly sensitive and instinctively pressed her legs together.

Li Luo felt the resistance and froze, patting her thigh and chuckling, "Don't squeeze—how am I supposed to put it on?"

"Mmm…" Ying Chanxi's face burned crimson; she quickly spread her legs.

Finally, Li Luo helped her slip on one white sock, wrapping her delicate skin, leaving only the upper half of her thighs exposed.

The sock cuff tightly constricted her thigh flesh; up close, faint indentations were clearly visible—extremely suggestive.

Then Li Luo's gaze trailed down the exposed-toe white sock, finally settling on her ankle, where he gently adjusted it.

He lifted the narrow end upward until it settled perfectly at the midpoint of her foot, revealing her cute toes and the small front part of her sole.

Then Li Luo pulled up the excess sock, smoothed it out, and finally reached the upper cuff, slightly raising it.

When he released it, a soft "pam~" sounded, stirring the heart.

Then Li Luo repeated the process, helping her slip on the white sock for her other leg.

When finished, Ying Chanxi hugged her panda pajama pants, shielding her Doraemon, and instinctively rubbed her thighs together.

Then, slightly embarrassed, she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, lowered her head, blushing, and whispered to Li Luo: "H-How does it look? Pretty, right?"

Watching Ying Chanxi nervously curl her toes, the exposed-toe white socks made her even cuter.

Like a usually cute girl who, in winter, puts on a snow-white turtleneck sweater, then shyly hunches her head—its high collar half-covering her face.

At this moment, Ying Chanxi's feet gave Li Luo that same illusion.

His gaze simply couldn't tear away, lingering between her toe gaps.

And if one forcibly raised the gaze upward, tracing to the constriction on her thighs,

that subtle pressure was indescribable—making one want to pull the cuff open, then immediately release it, watching it snap back against her skin.

"Very beautiful. Very cute," Li Luo instinctively raised his hand, then immediately pulled it back—he thought restraint was better.

But Ying Chanxi, seeing his motion, couldn't help whispering: "Y-You can touch it, if you want."

"Huh?"

"Didn't you say you needed material?" Ying Chanxi bit her lip, gathered courage, and placed one leg across Li Luo's thigh, turning her head toward the curtain, leaving him only a small portion of her blushing cheek, "You already touched Zhusheng's—mine… you can touch too. Just remember to write it into your novel."

Since the girl had said so, Li Luo didn't act so prudish.

After swallowing his saliva, he couldn't help but raise his hand and gently place it on Ying Chanxi's calf.

Following the soft texture of her calf and the silkiness of her white sock, Li Luo traced his hand all the way to her ankle, then eagerly settled on the exposed half of her foot.

Ying Chanxi instinctively pulled her foot back, but soon willingly offered it back into Li Luo's hands, letting him squeeze and knead.

Feeling the smooth, glossy toes between his fingers, Li Luo couldn't resist pinching two of them tightly, squeezing several times, then cupping all five toes in his palm and stroking them.

Meanwhile, Li Luo's left hand had also landed on Ying Chanxi's thigh skin, caressing back and forth at the junction between the white sock and her skin, even tugging at the sock's edge several times teasingly.

Feeling the heat of Li Luo's palm on her leg, Ying Chanxi bit her lips tightly, yet felt a sweet warmth inside—seeing how fascinated Li Luo was by her legs made her happy.

But just then, the bathroom door in the master bedroom opened.

Xu Youyu popped her head out with a grin and said to the two on the bed, "Are you two done yet? If you don't finish soon, I'll have to go to the toilet again."

Probably hearing Xu Youyu's voice, the master bedroom door also swung open.

Yan Zhusheng's head peeked in from outside, asking the same question: "Done yet?"

Seeing this, Ying Chanxi froze, then couldn't help asking, "You didn't… listen through the door the whole time, did you?"

"No." Yan Zhusheng shook her head.

"Definitely not," Xu Youyu also shook her head.

Ying Chanxi let out a breath of relief.

Li Luo rolled his eyes, completely disbelieving the two of them.

"Alright, alright, since you're dressed, let's keep playing," Xu Youyu stepped out of the bathroom, gesturing for Yan Zhusheng to come in, then leaned over the bed to glance, grinning, "Li Luo, you're enjoying this a lot, aren't you? Can't even let go—I notice you really like Xi Xi's feet, huh?"

"Cough… nothing of the sort," Li Luo immediately let go, rubbing his nose, "Let's just continue then."

"I'll put on my pants," Ying Chanxi quickly spread open her pajama pants, ready to slip them on.

But Xu Youyu immediately stopped her: "Aren't you fine like this? Just let your pajama top cover a bit—you'll have to take them off again anyway."

"Huh?" Ying Chanxi blinked in surprise, "W-what do you mean 'have to take them off again'?"

"Someone else will still get punished later," Xu Youyu said with a sly smile. "And since we're playing under the covers, whether you wear pants or not makes no difference."

"Hmm…" Hearing this, Ying Chanxi found it reasonable, so she blushed and nodded, setting her pajama pants aside, revealing her Doraemon.

"Huh?" Xu Youyu spotted the Doraemon and gave a subtle smile, glancing at Li Luo.

Li Luo happened to meet her gaze; noticing Xu Youyu's look, he saw her wink and gesture toward Xi Xi, then awkwardly cleared his throat: "Alright, everyone sit properly—let's continue."