Chapter 647

Around ten at night, Ying Chanxi accompanied Lin Xiuhong and Cui Suling on a stroll around the lake, taking plenty of beautiful night scenes of the lakeside, making both mothers look very pretty in the photos.

Seeing the time was about right, the three of them slowly made their way back to the motorhome.

"Turns out traveling is the right choice," Cui Suling sighed with relief as she stepped under the awning and felt the air conditioning, "Staying home playing mahjong all day won't do—it's still necessary to get out, breathe some fresh air, enjoy the scenery, and feel your chest open up."

"Indeed," Lin Xiuhong chuckled, "A walk, some photos, a chat—it feels really nice."

"I was worried before that driving a motorhome for a trip might be tiring, but after hearing Chanxi's itinerary, I think this is perfect."

"We only drive one or two hours in the morning, and spend the rest of the time playing. Plus, we can drive the motorhome right up close to the attractions, no need to lug luggage back and forth—it's so convenient."

The two mothers simply sat under the awning, cooling off and continuing their casual chat.

Seeing Ying Chanxi heading toward the motorhome, Lin Xiuhong casually said, "Chanxi, go ask if they've finished typing. If there's nothing else planned tonight, your Aunt Cui and I will just wash up and go to sleep."

"Oh, I'll ask," Ying Chanxi nodded, stepping up the ladder onto the motorhome. Just as she opened her mouth to speak, she narrowed her eyes, clamped her lips shut, and walked straight over.

At that moment, Yan Zhusheng sat sideways on the chair, leaning against the motorhome's wall, her two smooth, pale, slender legs resting directly on Li Luo's thighs.

She wore headphones and held her phone, watching the latest two episodes of "Little Joys," which had just aired tonight.

Because of the headphones, she hadn't heard Ying Chanxi boarding the vehicle—until she noticed a pair of legs beside her chair, then suddenly realized it and looked up to see Ying Chanxi's stiff little face.

"Sister, you're back?" Yan Zhusheng pulled off her headphones, blinked innocently, and greeted Ying Chanxi, "I'm helping you supervise their typing."

"Is this how you supervise?" Ying Chanxi gritted her teeth, then forced a smile—cold and sarcastic—"And I never told you to come back and supervise, did I?"

"Didn't you ask me?" Yan Zhusheng blinked. "Right after you got off the motorhome, you suddenly got really worried and asked if Li Luo and Senior Xu were really typing."

"I—I…" Ying Chanxi, hearing this spoken aloud in front of the other two, blushed furiously, dared not look at Li Luo or Xu Youyu, and stammered in protest, "I just said that… it wasn't me… it was you…"

"That's right," Yan Zhusheng nodded. "I said they might be kissing, maybe even hugging and cuddling in bed, even…"

"That's all you said!" Ying Chanxi pouted.

"I said it, and I didn't deny it," Yan Zhusheng agreed. "Then I said, 'Sister, you keep playing with the aunts—I'll go back and check for you.' And you agreed."

"Then how did it turn into me telling you to come back and supervise?" Ying Chanxi demanded, fuming.

But Yan Zhusheng merely tilted her head. "Isn't it basically the same thing?"

"It's totally different!" Ying Chanxi shouted, then suddenly realized something and slapped Yan Zhusheng's thigh—then froze in shock. "Your legs are just… how did you even take off your pants?!"

"Ahem…" Li Luo finally interrupted the sisters' exchange, fearing Yan Zhusheng might say more. He gently lowered Yan Zhusheng's legs, then pulled Ying Chanxi onto his lap. "Where are my mom and the others?"

"What are you doing…" Ying Chanxi, seated on his lap with both sisters watching, felt embarrassed and muttered softly, "Lin Yi and the others are still outside."

"Oh, they're back?" Li Luo squeezed Ying Chanxi's small hand. "Senior Xu is almost done typing. Let's go get some skewers from the nearby open-air barbecue spot, have a late snack, then sleep."

"Oh, okay."

With Li Luo interrupting like that, and holding her close, stroking her hand, Ying Chanxi instantly forgot the earlier incident, nodded, and slid off his lap. "I'll go tell Lin Yi and the others."

"Come with me," Li Luo stood and followed, then pushed Yan Zhusheng back down. "Stay here and keep supervising Senior Xu—make sure she types well."

"Oh…" Yan Zhusheng sat back, slightly displeased.

Xu Youyu, still typing, smiled at the scene. Once she saw Li Luo and Ying Chanxi had left the motorhome, she teased, "Zhusheng, you just let him touch your legs—and then just abandon them?"

Yan Zhusheng glanced at Xu Youyu. "Since Li Luo's not here, and your feet have nowhere to rest, maybe you can finally type properly now?"

Xu Youyu: "... I was just sharing experience with you."

"Then I'll try it next time," Yan Zhusheng nodded.

"I've got more experience to share," Xu Youyu rolled her eyes, coaxing. "Want to learn?"

Hearing this, Yan Zhusheng perked up immediately, eyes bright, nodding eagerly.

"Not telling you," Xu Youyu grinned. "Unless, when I tell you not to bother me in the future, you stop coming to supervise."

Yan Zhusheng thought for a moment, then nodded in agreement. "Fine. I can even help you send Chanxi away too."

Hearing this, Xu Youyu raised an eyebrow and held out her palm. "Deal."

"Deal," Yan Zhusheng slapped her palm, sealing the agreement.

Historically known as the Motorhome Pact.

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Unaware of the pact, Ying Chanxi happily accompanied Li Luo to buy skewers.

When the two returned with a large pile of skewers, Xu Youyu had just finished writing today's chapter.

The six of them sat under the awning, chatting while eating skewers, accompanied by cold beer, iced soda, or juice—extremely refreshing.

"Drink less alcohol," Cui Suling told Xu Youyu. "You're a girl—why do you like drinking so much?"

"We agreed before we left: no one controls anyone else on this trip," Xu Youyu immediately pointed at Cui Suling. "Don't show your true colors on the first day."

"I'm just saying," Cui Suling muttered, then turned to Li Luo. "Li Luo, look—she's drinking at night, right before bed. Is that appropriate?"

"Just one small glass," Li Luo smiled at the mother-daughter bickering, reached over, took Xu Youyu's beer can, and poured the remaining beer into his own empty cup. "The rest is mine."

Xu Youyu said nothing more at Li Luo's arrangement, merely gave a light huff, finished her own beer, and obediently switched to cola.

Seeing this, Cui Suling couldn't help but murmur in amazement.

She thought: she'd raised her daughter for nearly twenty years, yet the girl never listened to her—but Li Luo's words? One word, and she fell silent.

"When you're done eating, wash up and sleep," Lin Xiuhong patted her slightly full stomach, sighed, then stood and said to Cui Suling, "Shall I go first?"

"Go ahead," Cui Suling nodded. "I'll sit a bit longer. Call me when you're done."

"I'll go wash up too," Ying Chanxi said, her appetite small; having finished eating, she rose and returned to the motorhome.

As time passed, everyone gradually returned to the motorhome to bathe.

When it was Cui Suling's turn, she suddenly remembered a question and asked Li Luo and Xu Youyu: "How do you sleep at night? With two beds, someone has to share with Li Luo…"

"Oh!" Xu Youyu waved her hands. "Our table can lower down and combine with the chairs into a bed frame—we can lay a mattress on top. There are three beds."

"Oh… I see…" Cui Suling nodded, accepting this without suspicion.

But Lin Xiuhong, who had just finished bathing and came to call Cui Suling, heard this and gave the two a skeptical look.

Given your usual habit of all four of you sleeping together, would you really care whether there's a third bed?

Lin Xiuhong didn't believe it at all.

But since Cui Suling was here, Lin Xiuhong naturally couldn't say anything—she merely went along with the silence and returned to the motorhome with Cui Suling.

Soon, Li Luo and the others had finished bathing and were preparing to assign beds.

Xu Youyu quietly locked the motorhome door, just in case his mom suddenly came for a midnight inspection.

"So how are we sleeping tonight?" Yan Zhusheng said, leaning close to Li Luo and wrapping her arms around his arm—her meaning was obvious.

She wanted to sleep with Li Luo.

Seeing this, Ying Chanxi refused to be outdone; she grabbed Li Luo's other arm: "For the past two days, Senior Sister was always with Li Luo, and just now you even stole him for yourself—so tonight, I'm sleeping with Li Luo."

Compared to before, Ying Chanxi had finally made progress in this regard—she was beginning to dare to fight for what she wanted.

At least when only four of them were present, with no outsiders watching, Ying Chanxi was growing increasingly bold.

"I was away with my mom for half a month attending concerts, and Senior Sister was always in class," Yan Zhusheng narrowed her eyes and reminded her, "You were the one who stayed with Li Luo the whole time."

"Is that even counting?" Ying Chanxi widened her eyes in protest. "You were his desk partner for three years! Get off, get off."

"Alright, alright," Xu Youyu chuckled as she watched the two sisters bicker, then pulled out three paper balls from somewhere unknown and tossed them onto the table. "Why not just draw lots for this?"

"We're staying in the motorhome for twelve nights this trip—four nights each is perfect."

"Each paper ball has a number: one, two, three. One is today, two is tomorrow, three is the day after, then we rotate."

"Come on, who goes first?"

Hearing this, Ying Chanxi immediately looked at the three paper balls on the table and exchanged a glance with Yan Zhusheng beside her.

Yan Zhusheng was surprisingly humble: "You go first, Sister."

"Fine, I'll go first," Ying Chanxi walked to the table, hesitated repeatedly, thought long and hard, and finally picked the leftmost paper ball.

Then Yan Zhusheng took the middle one, leaving Xu Youyu with the rightmost.

Quickly, the three girls unfolded their paper balls.

Xu Youyu raised an eyebrow, Yan Zhusheng looked slightly unhappy, but Ying Chanxi beamed with joy, holding up her paper ball to Li Luo: "I'm number one!"

"So tonight, Xi Xi sleeps with Li Luo," Xu Youyu didn't care about the order and chuckled as she headed toward the forehead bed. "Zhusheng, you sleep with me on the forehead bed? I like sleeping on this side."

"Okay," Yan Zhusheng nodded and climbed up with Xu Youyu.

Once the curtain of the forehead bed was drawn, only Li Luo and Ying Chanxi remained below.

But when they were truly alone, Ying Chanxi reverted to her usual shy demeanor.

Li Luo reached out and took Ying Chanxi's hand, leading her toward the cross bed behind.

They climbed onto the bed and lay down; as soon as Li Luo lifted his arm slightly, Ying Chanxi obediently snuggled into his arms.

He pulled her closer, easily wrapping his arms around her entire petite frame.

"L-Light off…" Ying Chanxi whispered, tucked against Li Luo's chest.

The lights in the motorhome's living area had already been turned off; the bedside lamp beside the forehead bed was also dark.

Only the cross bed where Li Luo and Ying Chanxi lay still glowed.

Li Luo reached out and switched off the light. The next second, the motorhome plunged into darkness, save for a few slivers of moonlight seeping through the window, casting glow on Ying Chanxi's rosy cheeks.

But as soon as the light went out, Li Luo's hand grew restless.

In the dimness beneath the covers, Ying Chanxi's face flushed crimson as she felt his sneaky hand slip under the hem of her pajamas.

At the same time, while tightly held in his arms, she felt his lower abdomen pressing insistently against her navel.

"Is it uncomfortable?" Ying Chanxi had read the novels Xu Youyu and Li Luo wrote—certain knowledge had quietly seeped into her mind, and now she couldn't help but whisper the question.

"What? Do you want to lend a hand?" Li Luo chuckled softly as he held her, his anticipation rising; the hand that had slipped into her pajamas now gently took her small hand.

Ying Chanxi instinctively pulled her hand back—but then she remembered something. She lifted her head in his arms and asked him:

"Have Senior Sister and Zhusheng both touched it before?"

The moment she spoke, Li Luo fell silent.

But Li Luo's silence, his refusal to answer, was itself an answer.

Ying Chanxi puffed out her cheeks, finally summoning courage—or perhaps just acting out of spite—and reached out her small hand, grabbing firmly.

…

Much later.

Ying Chanxi quietly slipped out of bed, tiptoed to the sink, and washed her hands clean.

She sniffed them carefully, confirmed they were clean, then returned to bed, her face still flushed.

Snuggling into Li Luo's arms, her heart still pounded wildly, refusing to settle.

If her father found out what she'd done with Li Luo in the motorhome, her long-standing image as a good girl would collapse completely.

Thinking of this, Ying Chanxi felt a thrill.

In this mood, she rested against Li Luo's chest and finally fell into sweet sleep.

…

The next morning, Ying Chanxi woke up in Li Luo's arms.

She turned slightly, half-asleep, and checked her phone—it was still over ten minutes until six.

Seeing she'd soon have to get up, she decided not to sleep more; after blinking to clear her mind, she turned to look at Li Luo's sleeping face.

But before she could turn, Li Luo hugged her tightly from behind.

"Did I wake you?" Ying Chanxi whispered.

"No, I woke naturally," Li Luo nuzzled forward, pressing his cheek against hers, then kissed it. "What time is it?"

"Almost six. After we get up and eat breakfast, we can jog along the lake," Ying Chanxi said, then felt pressure against her lower back—her face flushed again as memories of last night returned.

Outside, dawn had broken; streams of morning sunlight poured in, dispelling the motorhome's darkness.

Thinking of what she'd done with Li Luo in bed last night, Ying Chanxi felt deeply embarrassed.

Especially when they were halfway through, Yan Zhusheng got out of bed to use the restroom and nearly caught them in the act, leaving Ying Chanxi utterly panicked.

In the end, Li Luo got his hands all over her, and the smell was strange.

The more Ying Chanxi thought about it, the redder her face became, then she felt someone's hand getting unfaithful again—she quickly grabbed his sneaky hand: "What are you doing?"

"You turn cold after you wake up?" Li Luo whispered lightly beside her ear, "Want to try again?"

"N-No way!" Ying Chanxi shook her head frantically.

Yesterday, the motorhome was pitch-dark, and because she'd guessed her senior and Zhusheng had done this before, her head had gone hot and she'd reached out her hand.

Now it was early morning, her mind was perfectly clear after waking up—she absolutely wouldn't let Li Luo do this to her again!

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"O-Only for a little bit, okay?"

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"Just five minutes, no more."

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"H-Haven't you finished yet? Zhusheng and the others are going to wake up!"

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"D-Don't touch anymore… mm…"

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At exactly six a. m., Li Luo's phone alarm rang on time.

Yan Zhusheng, who had slept apart from Li Luo for the first time in ages, immediately sat up on her forehead bed, climbed down the ladder, found her slippers, and headed straight for the restroom at the back.

Then she saw Ying Chanxi, pale and flustered, scrambling off the bed, tossing a wad of tissue into the restroom trash bin, then rushing to the sink to scrub her hands vigorously.

When Yan Zhusheng approached, Ying Chanxi forced a smile at her, eyes darting away guiltily, laughing nervously: "Zhusheng, you're awake?"

Yan Zhusheng scrutinized Ying Chanxi from head to toe, puzzled by this greeting—her eyes immediately narrowed with suspicion.

Didn't she know her own sister's personality?

She'd never say something like "You're awake?" when getting up.

So Yan Zhusheng narrowed her eyes, looked past the restroom, and immediately spotted the rear door of the motorhome wide open—she couldn't help asking, "Why'd you open the back door so early?"

"I was admiring the lake view before getting up," Li Luo said calmly, stepping off the bed and smoothly blocking Yan Zhusheng's view, pulling her back into the restroom: "Hurry up and wash up—I'll go wake up Youyu."

"Oh." Since Li Luo had spoken, Yan Zhusheng didn't press further—she nodded obediently and washed her face and brushed her teeth alongside Ying Chanxi.

Li Luo then went under the forehead bed, climbed up, and patted Xu Youyu's cheek: "Still sleeping?"

"Aww, don't wake me…" Xu Youyu rolled over, eyes still shut, mumbling, "You're definitely going for a morning run—run first, then come back and wake me."

"You sure?" Li Luo chuckled. "Didn't you tell your mom you've started occasionally joining us for morning runs? You've never actually done it once."

"Aww, I was just humoring her," Xu Youyu grumbled. "Just tell her I need to drive later this morning—I need to rest up, don't bother me."

Li Luo had no choice but to shake his head with a smile, pulled the curtain shut for her, and let her keep sleeping.

After Li Luo and the others finished washing up, someone knocked on the motorhome's door.

Ying Chanxi opened it to find Lin Xiuhong and Cui Suling already fully dressed.

"You're all up?" Lin Xiuhong smiled. "Perfect—we just woke up too. Let's go for a morning run together and feel some of your youthful energy."

"Sure!" Ying Chanxi beamed. "We're just about ready to go."

At that moment, Cui Suling climbed into the motorhome, glanced around, and couldn't help asking: "Where's Xu Youyu?"

"Ahem…" Li Luo placed a hand on Cui Suling's shoulder, guiding her off the vehicle as they walked: "Youyu doesn't get much exercise normally, and yesterday she was active all day—she's already exhausted. I told her to sleep longer."

"Besides, after breakfast, we're leaving right away."

"She needs to drive this morning—she needs more rest to keep her energy up."

By the time Cui Suling heard all this, Li Luo had already led her over ten meters away from the motorhome—even if she wanted to wake that girl up now, it seemed pointless.

So she could only laugh at Li Luo and tease: "You spoil her so much—I know she just wants to sleep in."

Li Luo chuckled along, neither confirming nor denying, then called to the others behind him and headed toward the lakeside, slowly jogging as they breathed in the fresh morning air.

The group jogged along the lake for a while, but halfway through, Lin Xiuhong and Cui Suling—both mothers—grew too tired and stopped, watching Li Luo and the other three figures grow smaller and smaller ahead, while they walked slowly behind.

"Young people really have stamina," Cui Suling sighed, hands on her hips. "If only Youru were this disciplined."

"Youyu's only flaw is loving to sleep in and hating exercise," Lin Xiuhong teased. "Be grateful."

Cui Suling glanced at Lin Xiuhong and silently muttered to herself.

If Xu Youyu hadn't said last night they'd sleep separately, and if Ying Chanxi and Zhusheng hadn't been in the same motorhome, she'd have suspected her daughter was too sore to get out of bed because of Li Luo.

Otherwise, why was Li Luo so eager to push her out of the motorhome just now? It felt like he was guilty.

(End of Chapter)