Chapter 541: Busting the Kiss Scene

"I still have a lot of student union work to hand over; you and Zhusheng can come straight to school this evening, and we'll have dinner in the cafeteria."

Ying Chanxi's voice came through the phone.

Li Luo blinked, looking at the slender backs of the two girls lying face-down before him, and gathered his thoughts.

Logically, Xu Youyu is already a freshman now, so it's inconvenient for her to go eat with us at Fuyi High School anymore; it's better if all four of us eat together at home.

After all, Xu Youyu just finished military training and hasn't eaten with us for half a month.

But whether Xu Youyu was being magnanimous or simply being deliberately provocative, while Li Luo was still thinking, she called out loudly: "Got it, Xixi! They'll come find you this evening!"

"Huh?" Ying Chanxi paused on the other end of the line, "Is senior sister here too?"

"Cough... she just finished military training this morning and came back at noon," Li Luo coughed and said.

The next second, Xu Youyu had already turned her head to look at him, reached out one hand, patted Li Luo's waist, pointed at her own shoulder, signaling him not to stop—keep going.

Li Luo sighed helplessly, turned on the phone's speaker, placed it on the bed, then extended both hands again to knead Xu Youyu's back.

"If senior sister is here too, maybe I should come back this evening?" Ying Chanxi thought for a moment, "You two buy groceries early this afternoon, and when dinner's almost ready, let me know—I'll come back to eat with you."

"Xixi, you're the best~" Xu Youyu, enjoying Li Luo's massage, thanked Ying Chanxi, "Then I'll go buy groceries this afternoon!"

At this moment, Yan Zhusheng beside her couldn't take it anymore; she pouted and reached out, grabbing Li Luo and pulling him over to massage her too.

Li Luo was pulled to Yan Zhusheng's back and switched to serving her.

Both girls' back skin was fair and luminous, but their textures differed slightly.

Compared to Yan Zhusheng, Xu Youyu's back felt fuller and softer, smooth skin with a delicate, subtle texture.

Yan Zhusheng, being thinner, had more bony structure; her skin was even smoother than Youyu's, and his fingers glided over it like ice-skating—extremely silky.

"I've got other things to attend to, so I'll hang up now," Ying Chanxi said, having confirmed dinner plans, then ended the call.

Xu Youyu glanced at Li Luo's phone, confirmed the call was over, then grinned over at Yan Zhusheng and said, "Remember to unhook this—it's more comfortable this way."

As she spoke, Xu Youyu raised a finger toward the thin strap dangling beside her back.

Sitting behind Yan Zhusheng's waist, Li Luo's eyes involuntarily flicked to the angle beneath her armpit the instant she raised her hand, his eyelids twitching twice.

The full, overflowing curve on that side was utterly captivating, impossible to look away from.

Yan Zhusheng followed Xu Youyu's instruction, flipped her right hand behind her back, and easily unclasped the hook.

But compared to Xu Youyu, Yan Zhusheng clearly lacked in this regard.

Yet she had her own advantages.

When Li Luo finished massaging her back and turned to massage her legs, Yan Zhusheng's long legs were perfectly displayed before Li Luo.

Although Xu Youyu's legs were equally proportioned, with soft flesh adding charm to her thighs.

But Yan Zhusheng's legs held the clear advantage—not only long and slender, but also, due to consistent exercise, faintly visible healthy muscle lines.

Her cold-white skin, like ice-blooming lotus, resembled a sculpture carved from snow, perfectly proportioned in golden ratio, irresistible to touch.

But Li Luo didn't dare linger too long.

It wasn't that he didn't want to—he just realized Yan Zhusheng was unusually sensitive.

When massaging Xu Youyu, she had merely let out soft sighs.

But with Yan Zhusheng, even when he touched her back, she was already whimpering; when he reached her thighs, she nearly couldn't hold back a sound.

Xu Youyu beside her was stunned, turning to look at Yan Zhusheng, who had buried her face in the pillow to muffle her noises, and couldn't help asking, "Is it really that good?"

"Mmm... I don't know..." Yan Zhusheng turned her head, revealing half her face—already flushed crimson, eyes dazed—hardly resembling the cold, expressionless girl she usually was.

During their trip to Qiongzhou City, when applying sunscreen to the three girls, Li Luo had noticed this issue.

If Xu Youyu simply enjoyed being touched, and Ying Chanxi blushed from shyness,

then Yan Zhusheng was simply hypersensitive—completely unable to withstand Li Luo's ordinary touches, as if every inch of her body was a sensitive point.

Li Luo massaged her for a while; when it was nearly 1:30 p. m., he finally stopped and declared the massage over.

"Alright, that's enough for now," Li Luo rose from the bed, adjusted his waistband, and hurried out of the room, "Put your clothes back on."

After the intimate massage ended, Yan Zhusheng redressed, her face instantly returning to its usual serious, composed expression—as if the moaning moments had never happened.

After leaving Xu Youyu's bedroom, Yan Zhusheng pulled Li Luo into the piano room and made him continue massaging her hands.

Also to check whether his piano skills had declined recently.

When Li Luo finally emerged from the piano room, it was already 2:30 p. m.

He knocked on Xu Youyu's bedroom door, opened it, and was surprised to see Xu Youyu sitting seriously at her desk, typing away.

Since it was a new book period, after finalizing the opening plot and with all prior worldbuilding and early story structure complete, this was now the peak moment of the author's writing enthusiasm.

Earlier, when Xu Youyu said she didn't want to write, it was just talk.

Once seated in front of the computer, the urge to write became unstoppable.

This state would last at least until the first major plot arc reached several hundred thousand words.

Seeing Xu Youyu typing so earnestly, Li Luo didn't disturb her; he checked the time, packed up, and went alone to the market to buy some of their favorite dishes.

Back home, he went straight to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

Just as he was about to stir-fry the last two dishes, he sent a message to Ying Chanxi, telling her she could come home now.

When all six dishes were ready, Ying Chanxi arrived home just in time.

"So delicious~" Ying Chanxi, taking off her shoes while sniffing the air, caught the aroma from the table and rushed over eagerly.

Seeing her favorite dishes on the table, her eyes lit up happily.

Seeing Li Luo serve four bowls of rice, she glanced around and noticed Xu Youyu and Yan Zhusheng hadn't appeared yet; she tiptoed quietly to Li Luo, threw herself into his arms, and stole a kiss.

For some reason, she increasingly enjoyed sneaking intimate moments with Li Luo whenever Xu Youyu and Yan Zhusheng were around.

It just felt thrilling.

"Alright," Li Luo patted her rear after rewarding her, "Go call Zhusheng for dinner; I'll go call Youyu."

"Mm-hmm," Ying Chanxi blushed faintly, stepped out of Li Luo's arms, and turned obediently to call Yan Zhusheng for dinner.

……

After Xu Youyu finished his military training and officially entered university life, Li Luo's life remained unchanged.

During the day, Yan Zhusheng and Ying Chanxi accompanied him to class.

At night, if Xu Youyu didn't have class, she would return home directly to write, and sleep there as well.

Taking advantage of this, Xu Youyu would sneak into Li Luo's bedroom and chat with him late at night about ideas for her new book.

On September 16, a Friday, Gu Dao Changqing was officially released.

The opening cut to an incident involving tourists at Fenghuang Mountain, introducing the protagonist while subtly hinting at anomalies appearing within Fenghuang Mountain.

After establishing the opening setting, it introduced the protagonist's side job as an incense maker, brought in customers buying incense, laid the groundwork for the female lead, and the story slowly unfolded.

Raised under Xu Rongsheng's influence, Xu Youyu preferred this slow-paced storytelling style.

Thus, after attempting to teach her some techniques, Li Luo gave up pushing her toward a fast-paced approach—this mode better suited Xu Youyu's natural disposition.

With the release of Gu Dao Changqing, Li Luo also published a standalone chapter in I Am Really Not a Star, promoting Xu Youyu's work.

Leveraging the foundation of her previous book and Li Luo's support as a pillar of the urban genre, Xu Youyu's Gu Dao Changqing surpassed two thousand favorites on its very first day.

Compared to her debut novel's new-book period, this one had already won big from the start.

However, since her previous book was urban entertainment, readers were puzzled when they saw Xu Youyu write an urban story of unknown genre.

Fenghuang Mountain again? An incense maker? No one knew what she was writing.

At this time, the concept of spiritual energy revival had not yet emerged, so readers were thoroughly confused.

Only a portion of readers, trusting the author, continued following it.

Even so, this level of reception was already far better than what most new authors received.

With the official release of Xu Youyu's Gu Dao Changqing, the Xiao Huanxi production team was about to wrap filming on Sunday.

On Saturday, Ying Chanxi had already transferred all student union duties to Jiang Liuxian, freeing herself from the busy schedule.

Since Yan Zhusheng had a private lesson in the afternoon, Ying Chanxi accompanied Li Luo to the set to check on the wrap-up.

Director Wang Jun remained diligent, determined to finish the final tasks properly so filming could conclude smoothly the next day.

Meanwhile, hearing the news, Ying Zhicheng made a rare visit to the set to check on the situation and comfort the crew.

Seeing Li Luo arrive with his own daughter, Ying Zhicheng froze: "How did Xixi come too?"

"Dad?" Ying Chanxi, spotting her father, was pleasantly surprised, then explained, "School's out today, so I came along to take a look."

As she spoke, Ying Chanxi glanced around and didn't spot the girl named Ruan Lin—she relaxed slightly.

"Good to come see," Ying Zhicheng said. "Aren't you also filming MVs? This is a perfect chance to learn filming techniques." His gaze then fell on Li Luo, and he nodded toward him. "Come over and chat?"

Li Luo paused, then nodded: "Sure."

Inside the nearby dressing room, Li Luo followed Ying Zhicheng in, and they sat on casual chairs. Ying Zhicheng looked at Li Luo: "The filming of Xiao Huanxi seems to be going smoothly."

"I heard from the director that after tomorrow's wrap, they'll finish editing by the end of the year."

"If any issues arise, they can always reshoot later—there's more than enough time."

Li Luo nodded, then smiled: "The quality is definitely fine."

Though Li Luo only visited the set occasionally, Director Wang Jun controlled everything.

But Wang Jun was indeed a director who disliked rewriting scenes; his strength lay in strictly following the script.

Thus, Li Luo's entire script was faithfully reproduced by Wang Jun.

Wang Jun also did rough cuts of footage in his spare time; Li Luo had seen those rough edits, and the plot quality already met his expectations.

"So when will it be released next year?" Li Luo asked.

"If everything goes well, it'll air next summer," Ying Zhicheng said. "Right after the college entrance exam, when scores are out—everyone will be talking about it. Perfect timing for our drama."

Li Luo agreed completely and nodded.

They chatted a while longer about Xiao Huanxi's future plans. Though Ying Zhicheng wasn't involved in production, he personally oversaw approvals and promotion.

Now that wrap was imminent, he felt uncertain, hoping the reception next year would meet expectations.

After talking with Li Luo, Ying Zhicheng left the dressing room and went to speak with the producer about the crew's status.

Ying Chanxi stayed in the dressing room with Li Luo, sneaking close and sitting on his lap, as if savoring the moment.

"What are you doing?" Li Luo laughed. "Your dad's still here—be careful he sees."

"If he sees, say we're preparing for the MV shoot," Ying Chanxi said, blinking up at him.

It's better if Dad's here—I want to kiss him.

As she thought this, memories of the summer scene in Chongqing flashed through her mind.

Ying Zhicheng and Yuan Wanqing had held hands on the street at Hongyadong and kissed.

Ying Chanxi pouted, then leaned down and kissed Li Luo's lips.

At that moment, Ruan Lin, having just finished a scene, heard from crew members that Li Luo had arrived on set and asked where he was.

Learning he was in the dressing room, Ruan Lin headed toward it.

Tomorrow the crew would hold a wrap party.

But Ruan Lin wanted to invite Li Luo to dinner privately.

Ideally, she'd ask if he was free for dinner tonight.

Thinking this, she still wore her school uniform from filming, hoping it might earn her extra points in Li Luo's eyes.

After all, the character Qiao Yingzi in Xiao Huanxi was exactly the type Li Luo seemed to like.

Ruan Lin, quick-witted, hurried to the dressing room door. Seeing it was open, she stepped inside.

But the next second, she froze.