Chapter 638

June 30, morning.

Li Luo woke up at six as usual, glanced at the ceiling, and adjusted the angle of his underwear.

He looked left and right at Ying Chanxi and Yan Zhusheng sleeping beside him, then at Xu Youyu on the other side of Xixi, and let out a long sigh.

Before, without having tasted the flavor, it was manageable.

After all, he'd already been a mage for two lifetimes.

Normally, he'd handle it himself, or occasionally get comfort from Xu Youyu—it had already been enough to satisfy Li Luo.

After all, in his last life he'd already been a thirty-five-year-old Grand Mage.

His self-restraint in this area had always been considerable.

But since the night before last, Li Luo had become addicted, and now he was finding it increasingly unbearable.

Just being touched by these girls beside him made vivid, sensual images flash instantly in his mind.

His underwear would instantly stiffen, nodding eagerly.

It's all Youyu's fault…

Li Luo muttered to himself, and unconsciously, the scene from the night before last reappeared in his mind.

For the first time, he felt that having a Memory Palace could sometimes be a torment.

Because the recalled images were simply too clear…

Youyu's bare white form unfolding before his eyes, every retreat and advance as she leaned down—each moment replayed perfectly from a first-person perspective.

This was even better than watching porn!

Li Luo had tried hard to restrain himself, but sometimes his mind simply couldn't control itself—after opening the Memory Palace, he'd wander and inevitably drift into the collection section.

Then it became uncontrollable.

Yeah… literally.

He didn't know if it was because of long-term training, or because his current body was still young.

After four rounds with Xu Youyu the night before last, Li Luo hadn't felt any discomfort these past two days.

On the contrary, he'd been full of energy.

Compared to him, Xu Youyu seemed rather weak.

These past two days, she'd even deliberately avoided him, afraid of being touched.

Wasn't this pure torture?

Li Luo sighed heavily, hoping Xu Youyu would recover soon—otherwise, life would be unbearable.

Or…

He turned his head to look at Ying Chanxi beside him, reached out, and pinched her cheek.

Ying Chanxi frowned, then slowly opened her eyes, blinked several times, finally becoming slightly alert, rolled over, and snuggled into Li Luo's arms, mumbling: "What time is it? Are we getting up?"

"Just now." Li Luo took a deep breath and pulled Ying Chanxi tightly into his arms.

Ying Chanxi felt slightly suffocated, her hands completely squeezed against her chest, sensing the active pulsing of something resting on her stomach—her face instantly flushed.

Recalling Xu Youyu's earlier advice, she thought of the maid outfit she'd kept locked away.

But the moment she thought of it, she remembered the embarrassment of being caught by Lin Xiuhong—her fantasies vanished instantly, and she shook her head frantically to drive away those terrifying images.

"What are you two doing?" Yan Zhusheng, just waking up on the other side, peered over and asked, "Why are you hugging Sister but not me?"

"I won't hug you," Ying Chanxi, whose temper had grown lately, immediately pulled her hands from her chest and wrapped them tightly around Li Luo's neck, burying her whole body into his arms.

Li Luo couldn't help but laugh and sigh, patting Ying Chanxi's back: "Alright, alright, time to get up."

"Hurry up and get up," Xu Youyu muffled from under her blanket, "Don't wake me."

"Oh, okay," Ying Chanxi finally released Li Luo, climbed out of bed, and headed toward the bathroom.

At that moment, Yan Zhusheng seized the chance to crawl into Li Luo's arms, clinging to him like a sloth as he carried her off the bed.

When she finally stepped down and let go, she still tiptoed to peck him on the lips.

Li Luo quickly slapped her butt twice, shooed her toward the bathroom, then took a deep breath to barely suppress his rising heat.

Seriously… each of them was seducing him first thing in the morning—his fire was nearly smoking.

"Youyu," Li Luo, unable to enter the bathroom yet, crouched beside the bed and poked Xu Youyu's forehead, "What do you want for breakfast?"

"Same as always…" Xu Youyu groaned, shoved his face away with her hand, "Don't disturb my sleep."

The more she resisted, the harder it was for Li Luo to control his urge—his right hand had already slipped unconsciously into the blanket.

The next second, Xu Youyu was forced to open her eyes, giving him a sultry, reproachful glance, then grabbed his roving hand: "I should've never let you off so easily the night before—can't you even wait a few days?"

"It's just because Youyu is so tempting."

"Good boy~" Xu Youyu reached out, stroked Li Luo's head, and cooed softly like soothing a child, "I need to rest well so I can make you happy—don't rush."

"What are you two talking about?" Ying Chanxi poked her head out of the bathroom, "Li Luo, I've already squeezed the toothpaste for you—hurry up and brush your teeth."

"Alright, coming," Li Luo sighed, gave one last firm tug before reluctantly pulling his hand out of the blanket, and stood up to head toward the bathroom.

Xu Youyu gave a helpless look, rubbed her chest, muttered softly, "Seriously… now I can't even sleep."

…

Around seven in the morning, Xu Youyu received the breakfast Li Luo brought up.

After eating, her body warmed up, and she quickly fell asleep again.

It wasn't until just after nine in the morning that Xu Youyu woke up from a sudden urge to urinate; after using the bathroom, her drowsiness had mostly vanished.

Feeling thirsty, Xu Youyu stretched, stepped out of the bathroom, and headed straight out of Li Luo's bedroom to find water in the living room.

But as soon as she entered the living room, she saw Li Luo laying out a yoga mat on the floor in front of the TV—he was working out.

"What are you doing?" Xu Youyu walked over to the coffee table, picked up Li Luo's drinking cup, and poured two mouthfuls into her mouth to moisten her lips, "Why suddenly start working out?"

Li Luo was doing glute bridges—he lifted his hips high, and as he pushed up, he said, "Youyu, your body's weaker—you should train too. Otherwise, as online novel writers, we'll all end up with chronic health problems. We need to prevent this early."

"I don't think you're really bothered by that," Xu Youyu said, eyeing his movement with a strange expression, then suddenly remembered something and crouched down, laughing as she poked his stomach. "Could it be that someone got stimulated by me?"

"What stimulation? I'm not talking about that," Li Luo denied flatly. "You're just making things up, Youyu-jie."

"Oh come on, it's fine," Xu Youyu laughed louder, now certain of her guess. She patted him reassuringly. "It's totally normal for the first time to be short. I was just teasing you—why are you taking it seriously?"

"I already said I didn't mean it," Li Luo said, flustered and refusing to admit it. He held his glute bridge position stubbornly on the ground. "Fitness is a lifelong commitment—don't defile its sacredness."

"Alright, alright, I won't say anything more," Xu Youyu laughed, standing up. She lightly tapped two spots on Li Luo's body with her bare foot, then quickly slipped away.

When she reached the hallway, she turned back, winked at Li Luo, and blew him a kiss: "Keep working hard, okay? Next time I'll find a chance to check your progress~"

Hearing Xu Youyu's teasing words, Li Luo took a deep breath and thrust his hips violently into the air again, releasing his pent-up energy.

Ying Chanxi walked in from outside, having just gone downstairs to take out the trash. Seeing Xu Youyu return to her bedroom, she frowned at Li Luo still working out.

"Cough…" Li Luo deflated instantly, collapsing onto his yoga mat. After a long exhale, he lifted his body again and blurted out, "Of course it's fitness progress."

"When I'm fully toned, I'll be able to pick all three of you up at once without breaking a sweat."

Ying Chanxi shook her head repeatedly, looking slightly disgusted. "No way—muscle guys are ugly. You're perfect just like this."

"Really?" Li Luo raised an eyebrow. "Say that again. What am I?"

"Arrogant," Ying Chanxi spat, blushing, then immediately changed the subject. "Where's Zhusheng?"

"Probably in the piano room."

"Then what are we eating for lunch?" Ying Chanxi asked. "Xin Yan and the others are coming for dinner too, and we still have to pick up the motorhome this afternoon—so much to do."

"There's leftover rice from yesterday," Li Luo said. "Let's just make fried rice for lunch. There should still be ham and pork tenderloin in the fridge, and some carrots left."

"I'll get started then," Ying Chanxi nodded, heading toward the kitchen to prepare the food.

But Li Luo still couldn't stop thinking about her maid outfit. He couldn't help asking: "When are you going to wear that maid outfit again?"

"Don't you dare bring that up again!" Ying Chanxi reacted instantly, like a startled kitten puffing up. She hissed at him, cheeks puffed in anger. "Say it once more and I'll hit you!"

Hit me, hit me—punch my chest with your tiny fists… Li Luo smiled inwardly, but since he was still working out, he didn't tease her further.

At that moment, Yan Zhusheng stepped out of the piano room, glanced at Ying Chanxi entering the kitchen, then walked over to Li Luo.

"Not playing piano anymore?" Li Luo asked, lifting his hips.

"Practice time's over," Yan Zhusheng nodded.

Playing piano for one hour daily was her basic task, to keep her touch sharp.

Likewise, morning vocal and ear training were also mandatory for Yan Zhusheng.

Now that her daily routine was done, Yan Zhusheng finally had time to join Li Luo. Seeing him still working out, she looked curiously at his underwear.

"Li Luo, you've gotten bigger."

"Even if I have, you can't just reach out and touch, okay?" Li Luo said, exasperated. "I'm still working out—don't distract me."

"Xixi's in the kitchen, she can't see," Yan Zhusheng stepped back, sat on the coffee table, then propped herself up with both hands and lifted her feet, launching her attack.

Li Luo gasped several times; his straightened waist and hips instantly collapsed, sinking helplessly onto the yoga mat as Yan Zhusheng's bare feet played freely with him.

He grabbed her mischievous foot and pressed it down, sighing deeply. Are the three of you sisters in cahoots?

Taking turns to interrupt his workout.

Don't you all realize I'm working hard for the future happiness of all four of us?

…

They made a simple fried rice for lunch, rested briefly after eating, then waited for Lin Xiuhong and Cui Suling.

The six of them went downstairs together, taking Xu Youyu's BMW and Ying Chanxi's Fit, heading to the motorhome rental company to retrieve their two reserved vehicles.

Since Lin Xiuhong and Cui Suling had never driven a motorhome before, they each got to test-drive one first.

After returning to Bihai Lanting, everyone carried the supplies prepared the day before into the motorhomes.

Li Luo's motorhome was the same one as before, with a transverse bed at the rear and a forehead bed at the front.

Lin Xiuhong and Cui Suling's motorhome, carefully chosen by Xu Youyu, mainly featured standard window-side vertical beds and a forehead bed.

But since only two people would use it, Xu Youyu specifically picked a model with smaller vertical beds to enlarge the bathroom and kitchen space.

She also selected the one with the largest refrigerator among all rental motorhomes, capable of holding plenty of frozen ingredients.

When parked at the campsite, the two motorhomes would be arranged crosswise, doors facing each other. A canopy would be stretched between them, and the front and back sides enclosed—allowing them to pitch a tent directly in the open space between the two vehicles at night.

"This motorhome is kind of interesting," Lin Xiuhong said, never having seen such a thing before. She examined it inside and out, fascinated.

For the first half of her life, she'd struggled in rural towns, then married Li Guohong early and was tied to her breakfast stall, working from dawn to dusk to raise Li Luo.

If you counted up her past, the last two or three years were truly the most carefree and comfortable she'd ever had.

All thanks to having a good son.

Thinking this, Lin Xiuhong stepped down from the motorhome and looked at the other one, watching the three girls following Li Luo out. She sighed again, head aching.

"What are you eating for dinner?" Cui Suling asked. "I'll cook for you."

"No need, Mom," Xu Youyu waved her off. "Zhao Rongjun and the others are coming too—we've all planned to have dinner together and watch 'Little Joy' tonight."

Hearing they already had plans, Cui Suling didn't intrude. She nodded and turned to Lin Xiuhong. "Shall we go play mahjong?"

"Sure," Lin Xiuhong chuckled and nodded. "Have fun tonight, but don't stay up too late—you're driving to Changning City tomorrow."

"Got it," Li Luo replied, watching Lin Xiuhong and Cui Suling leave, then led the three girls back to 1502, stored the groceries they'd bought on the way, and began preparing dinner.

Meanwhile,

Online, news about the upcoming premiere of 'Little Joy' reached its peak, fueled by Huayue Film and Television's long-term promotion, just as evening fell.

(End of Chapter)