Chapter 617: You

Night fell like a velvet cloth, enveloping the countryside inn halfway up the mountain.

A crescent moon rose from the horizon on the other side of the city, hanging high in the sky.

The inn still carried the landlady's shouts, along with guests' idle chatter and calls.

Ying Chanxi cracked open the window a sliver to listen to the wind rustling through the trees, but found the inn too noisy, so she closed the gap again.

Tree shadows swayed, mountains rolled.

After Li Luo dried her hair and turned off the hairdryer, Ying Chanxi heard the crisp, rhythmic tapping of keys and knew Xu Youyu was writing—so she didn't bother Li Luo with conversation.

Soon after, she heard the bathroom door open, got up from her chair, and turned to lie down on the bed at the back.

But as soon as she turned, Ying Chanxi's eyes flew wide open and her breath stopped.

"Zhusheng?!" Ying Chanxi blurted out instinctively, "Put your clothes on!"

"Oh, I'm just getting them," Yan Zhusheng said calmly, walking over to the cabinet and rummaging through her pajamas.

Her tall figure bloomed in the motorhome, as white as snow.

Li Luo heard their exchange, startled by Ying Chanxi's sudden cry, then realized what was happening and instinctively turned his head away.

But in the next instant, Ying Chanxi moved swiftly, covering Li Luo's eyes: "You—you stop peeking! Zhusheng isn't wearing clothes!"

"If Li Luo wants to look, it's no big deal," Yan Zhusheng blinked, tilting her head in confusion, "He's touched her before."

"Touched… touched…?" Ying Chanxi froze, unable to help asking, "Where?"

"Here, here, and here," Yan Zhusheng actually pointed to each spot, showing no intention to hide, speaking openly, "Hasn't Xixi been touched?"

"I—I…" Ying Chanxi's cheeks flushed crimson; she couldn't possibly respond, so she shouted instead, "Hurry up and put your pajamas on!"

"Oh." Yan Zhusheng finally put on her pajamas.

Li Luo regained his sight, saw Yan Zhusheng dressed, and felt a hint of regret in his eyes, though he still said, "I never planned to look…"

"You turned away!" Ying Chanxi pouted.

"Instinct. All instinct," Li Luo put away the hairdryer, opened his laptop, and changed the subject, "You two rest after your baths. I'll write with Youyu."

"You haven't bathed yet," Xu Youyu shot him a look, her foot under the table pressing harder, "Go now, wash thoroughly."

"Got it," Li Luo pried open the girl's soft, pale foot, stood up, grabbed his change of clothes, and headed for the bathroom.

Yan Zhusheng had gone ahead of him, passed through the bathroom corridor, and climbed onto the rear bunk.

Ying Chanxi and Xu Youyu stayed in the front living area—one scrolling on her phone, the other seated before her laptop, writing intently.

After following Yan Zhusheng into the bathroom, Li Luo watched her climb onto the bed, then shut both front and back doors.

Glancing around the cramped bathroom, Li Luo still felt uneasy.

After all, all three girls had much smaller frames—he could move freely inside, but standing there, he felt the space even more suffocating.

But this was a motorhome.

This one had already been cleverly designed, using every inch of the narrow corridor.

Li Luo had no complaints; he slowly took off his clothes and hung them on the nearby rack.

He looked down at the still-damp floor, then at the shampoo and body wash bottles still wet with water, then at the neatly stored towel on the wall…

The three girls had just bathed here; even just breathing in, Li Luo could catch their faint, sweet scent.

Li Luo turned on the showerhead and began washing.

But halfway through, he heard the sound of the door sliding.

He turned his head and caught a glimpse of the rear door slightly open—a sneaky head peeking out, one eye darting as it watched him shower!

"Zhusheng!" Li Luo instinctively covered his butt, lowering his voice, "What are you doing?!"

Yan Zhusheng had been enjoying the view, didn't notice Li Luo turning, and was caught red-handed—she quickly shut the door.

But for some reason, she seemed to think since she'd been spotted anyway, so the next second, she yanked the entire door open.

Li Luo: "...?!"

He quickly turned and shut the door again, leaving a crack, and said irritably to Yan Zhusheng, "What exactly do you want?"

"I want to watch you shower," Yan Zhusheng blinked, innocently admitting, "He's touched her before—why not let me watch?"

"That's not the same!" Li Luo said, exasperated, "Go lie down on the bed properly, or I'll call Xixi over."

"Oh…" Hearing Li Luo would call Xixi, Yan Zhusheng instantly quieted down, unwilling to argue with her sister, and obediently lay down on the bed.

Li Luo shut the door completely, hurried his bath, rinsed off quickly, dried himself, and put on his pajamas.

Fresh and clean, he stepped out of the bathroom, returned to his seat, and reopened his laptop to start writing.

But his computer's QQ icon kept flashing—someone had mentioned him.

Curious, Li Luo clicked it open and saw it was his Class 8 group chat.

As soon as he entered, he saw everyone on screen posting the same message.

【Zhu Yufei】: The monitor is such a jerk!

【Zhang Guohuang】: The monitor is such a jerk!

…

Li Luo stared, unimpressed, scrolled up, and finally found the source of this sudden hostility.

Around seven p. m., probably right after Ying Chanxi finished bathing, while Li Luo was still drying her hair.

In the group, Ren Zheng had idly mentioned Ying Chanxi and Yan Zhusheng, asking how they were doing outside.

Ying Chanxi's reply was standard—just sharing about the evening barbecue.

But after Yan Zhusheng finished bathing, the tone of the chat shifted.

【Yan Zhusheng】: Just finished bathing. Now it's Li Luo's turn.

【Hua Xiuxiu】: Are you in the motorhome or the countryside inn room?

【Yan Zhusheng】: Definitely the motorhome—Li Luo was just drying Xixi's hair.

【Ying Chanxi】: Zhusheng, say less.

【Yan Zhusheng】: Xixi, your face is blushing.

【Ying Chanxi】: You're on that bed over there—how could you possibly see my face?

The two bickered in the group chat; classmates watching this scene felt a mix of emotions.

Everyone just finished the college entrance exam—why are their ways of relaxing so different?

Li Luo scrolled through the chat history, shook his head with a smile, then typed a reply.

【Li Luo】:?

【Li Luo】: (photo)

【Li Luo】: Look how pitiful I am.

【Li Luo】: Even after the exam, I still have to type for work.

The photo showed Li Luo's laptop screen, displaying a writing interface.

【Zhu Yufei】: Class monitor, doesn't that hurt your conscience?

【Zhang Guohuang】: Pay me one yuan per character—I'll write until the website collapses.

Li Luo smiled, thinking he probably earned more than one yuan per character, but he couldn't say that in the group.

After bantering in the group for a while, he asked everyone where they wanted to go.

If everyone could agree, they could take a graduation trip after graduation.

Hearing "graduation trip," the group instantly erupted; everyone began debating where to go.

Seeing the group's topic shift easily under his control, Li Luo smiled in satisfaction, nodded, closed the chat interface, checked Xu Youyu's current word count, and began typing.

"Why are you staring at me?" Xu Youyu noticed his gaze and immediately warned.

"I'm checking how much you've written."

"Hmph." Xu Youyu snorted. "I'm already nearly two thousand words—how could you possibly surpass me?"

"That's not certain," Li Luo said with a smile. "What if I finish a chapter before you?"

"Then I'll reward you with a little surprise," Xu Youyu raised an eyebrow. "But what if you lose?"

"If I lose, you can do whatever you want to me."

"You said that."

"I always keep my word."

"Xixi!" Xu Youyu called out to Ying Chanxi. "Can you distract him for me?"

"Huh?" Ying Chanxi hesitated, then asked, "How am I supposed to distract him?"

"Like this," Xu Youyu extended her bare foot toward Ying Chanxi. "Stretch your foot over toward him, then like this~"

Ying Chanxi leaned down curiously and saw Xu Youyu's foot moving nimbly to launch an attack on Li Luo.

"Wait… you're using dirty tricks?" Li Luo stared in disbelief, but the chair was so small he had nowhere to dodge.

Watching Xu Youyu's expert teasing, Ying Chanxi's face flushed red, then she realized something—she narrowed her eyes at Xu Youyu. "Senior… why do I feel like you're really good at this?"

"Huh? Am I?" Xu Youyu grew nervous, laughed awkwardly. "I just thought of it on the spot, heh… typing, typing! No more talking."

Seeing Xu Youyu refuse to answer directly, Ying Chanxi already knew the answer.

She huffed in dissatisfaction, got up, walked to her luggage, and retrieved her Pikachu and Doraemon plushies.

Back at her seat, she gave two firm thumps under the table.

But seeing Xu Youyu and Li Luo now focused on typing, Ying Chanxi recalled Xu Youyu's earlier motion, glanced at her own small feet, curled her toes twice, wondering: Does Li Luo really like that?

She stole a glance at Li Luo, then at Xu Youyu, confirmed Xu Youyu wasn't watching, wrestled with herself for a long while, then finally, cautiously, extended her small foot.

But she didn't dare, like Xu Youyu, to place her leg directly on Li Luo.

So at first, her pale foot merely brushed lightly against his calf.

Li Luo's pajama pants were short; when seated, they revealed half his thighs, and his calves were fully exposed.

At first, Li Luo simply thought Ying Chanxi had accidentally touched him, so he ignored it.

But Ying Chanxi took it as his tacit approval, gathered courage, and slowly slid her foot upward.

Now Li Luo sensed something was off.

But seeing Ying Chanxi's pale foot slowly climbing up his thigh, he didn't have the heart to stop her.

Since tonight, this was already the third pair of feet invading his territory.

Yet compared to the others, Ying Chanxi's tiny feet were clearly the ones Li Luo liked best.

Unfortunately, Ying Chanxi was still timid—she didn't dare go further, only dared to rub gently against his thigh.

But precisely because of that, it stirred Li Luo's blood.

Still, Li Luo remembered his bet with Xu Youyu—he forced himself to control his thoughts, activated his Memory Palace, and swiftly finished a four-thousand-word chapter.

In contrast, Xu Youyu, noticing Ying Chanxi's sneaky footwork, kept stealing glances at the scene; her next two thousand words were revised and rewritten endlessly, and she still hadn't finished after over an hour.

Only when Li Luo stopped typing and grinned, waving at her, did Xu Youyu snap out of it—and then gasped in shock.

"What the hell! How did you finish already?!"

"You kept getting distracted," Li Luo laughed. "How many words left?"

"Five hundred left…" Xu Youyu grimaced. "It's all Xixi's fault—she distracted me."

"Huh?" Ying Chanxi froze, her foot on Li Luo's thigh halting. She asked nervously, "W-where did I distract you? I didn't say a word while you were typing."

"I was too busy watching what your foot was doing," Xu Youyu sighed helplessly.

Hearing this, Ying Chanxi jumped like a startled bird, yanking her foot back instantly—leaving Li Luo disappointed.

"Keep writing," Li Luo stretched in his seat, retracted the table divider, and stood up. "I'm going upstairs to lie down."

Seeing him climb toward the top bunk, Ying Chanxi felt tempted. Thinking Xu Youyu still had to type, she whispered, "Senior… can I go up too? Isn't there a skylight up there?"

"Fine, go ahead," Xu Youyu nodded. "But I'm sleeping on top at night."

"No problem," Ying Chanxi nodded eagerly and followed behind Li Luo, carefully climbing onto the forehead bed.

The moment she got on, she saw Li Luo reach out and pull the curtain shut over the entrance.

The next second, Ying Chanxi felt her ankle seized by a pair of large hands and yanked over.

"The air conditioning's a bit cold, isn't it?" Li Luo said without changing expression. "Let me warm you up."

Ying Chanxi looked at her tiny foot, already cradled and kneaded in Li Luo's palm, and her cheeks instantly flushed red.

Thinking that Xu Youyu was still typing below, she even felt a faint thrill—her foot, cradled in Li Luo's palm, involuntarily curled tighter.

"Y-You're a little too rough."

"I'm not really using much force."

"What are you two doing?" Xu Youyu called up, exasperated. "Don't go too far! I still have to type!"

"W-We're not doing anything…" Ying Chanxi lifted a corner of the curtain, revealing a blushing face. "Sister Xu, just keep typing."

Xu Youyu: "…"

That expression of yours? You don't look like you're doing nothing at all.

(End of Chapter)