Chapter 691

When Ying Chanxi finally spoke those words, her heart brimming with profound shame, Li Luo finally stopped tormenting her.

Li Luo fulfilled Ying Chanxi's wish, climbed onto the bed, and settled beside her other side.

Ying Chanxi's cheeks flushed red; she nuzzled closer into his arms, tugging at Li Luo's sleeve, urging him to wrap her tightly.

Li Luo pulled her into his embrace, then took her left wrist in his hand: "How do you feel today? Is the pain less than yesterday?"

"Much better," Ying Chanxi shook her head. "My ankle's improved too—I think it'll be fully healed in four or five days."

"So it wasn't that serious after all," Li Luo raised an eyebrow. "You were lying on the floor yesterday, unable to even crawl— I thought you'd need at least a week or two to recover."

Hearing this, Ying Chanxi's expression turned slightly guilty; she buried her face against Li Luo's chest, hiding her unusual look from him.

After all, last night's bath-time fall—had she truly tried to get up herself, she could've managed it easily, just by enduring the pain.

But who could resist a sudden flash of inspiration?

"Maybe I just misjudged my own condition," Ying Chanxi muttered softly. "I just feel much better today."

"As long as you're improving," Li Luo nodded in relief. "So what now? Sleep with your little maid?"

"Mmm…" Ying Chanxi hesitated, squirming slightly in his arms, whispering, "What do you want to do? Just sleep?"

"Looks like you want something else, huh? So greedy," Li Luo smirked, lowering his head to kiss her lips—then instantly pulled away.

Ying Chanxi, expecting a deep kiss, shut her eyes immediately—only for Li Luo's lips to withdraw in an instant, making her instinctively tilt her face upward to chase him, her little mouth pouting cutely.

"You're awfully eager."

"Li Luo… you're tormenting me again…" Ying Chanxi pouted, dissatisfied.

"What should you call me? I don't want to remind you a second time."

"Alright…" Though her face was still flushed, perhaps because this wasn't the first time she'd said it, she was far more practiced now—she whispered softly into his arms, "Master~ I want a kiss~"

"Good girl."

Li Luo smiled in satisfaction, then leaned down and pressed a firm kiss upon her lips.

This time, their kiss was intense.

Ying Chanxi gradually went limp, and only when they parted did she lean against Li Luo, breathing heavily.

At that moment, she seemed to think of something; after hesitating for a long while in his arms, she quietly reached out, slipping her hand beneath the covers.

The next instant, Li Luo's expression hardened, and he looked down at Ying Chanxi in his arms.

"D-Don't look at me…" Ying Chanxi buried her face deep in his chest, refusing to meet his gaze.

"You're being unusually bold today," Li Luo insisted on seeing her eyes, lifting her snow-white chin with his hand, watching her darting gaze with a half-smile.

"Oh no…" Ying Chanxi, her chin pinched and her left wrist still injured, had no strength to resist—her right hand now gripping tightly—she could only whisper, "If you keep doing this… I won't help you anymore."

"Fine," Li Luo gave her rosy lips a firm kiss, then finally released her chin.

Ying Chanxi snuggled back into Li Luo's arms and began to carefully, earnestly stroke.

"But I believe in mutual help," Li Luo suddenly said. "Since you're helping me, I should help you too."

Saying this, Li Luo rolled onto his side, fully embracing Ying Chanxi, then slid one hand around her waist, gliding down along her black-and-white skirt until it rested on her white stockings.

From there, his hand moved upward—until Ying Chanxi, as if pressed on a switch, suddenly clenched her teeth and let out soft whimpers.

"You…"

"What about me? Is this uncomfortable?"

"No…"

"Then don't speak," Li Luo whispered softly beside her ear. "A good little maid stays quiet and obedient."

Ying Chanxi's cheeks burned crimson; her entire body felt feverish, her eyes glazed from Li Luo's torment—she nearly forgot the motion of her right hand.

Lying together on the bed, their breaths grew heavier and heavier.

Until Ying Chanxi's whole body began trembling—Li Luo finally withdrew his hand, smiling wryly at the girl in his arms, momentarily lost in sensation.

"Are you alright?"

"I-I'm fine…" Ying Chanxi was utterly mortified—but this was her first time ever experiencing such a mind-numbing, euphoric rush.

Yet once she regained her senses and the sensation began to fade, she resumed her efforts.

Around eleven-thirty, Li Luo finally pulled Ying Chanxi close and kissed her deeply.

Then he immediately rushed to the bathroom to change his pants.

When he returned to bed, Li Luo held Ying Chanxi, watching her flushed face and dewy forehead, then reached under the covers and touched her waist—finding it also damp with sweat.

"You can't just sleep like this," Li Luo said. "If bathing's inconvenient, I'll bring you a Mao Jin to wipe you down—and change your clothes too."

"Mmm…" The thought of Li Luo helping her undress and bathe made her cheeks flush red again, the warmth returning instantly.

In the past, Ying Chanxi would've instinctively refused.

But now, she said nothing—she silently accepted it, lying still on the bed, waiting for Li Luo to wipe her body.

Yet Ying Chanxi never imagined.

She had thought Li Luo would simply wipe her quickly.

But he was astonishingly thorough—gently peeling off her maid outfit, piece by piece, like unwrapping a zongzi.

Then he filled a basin with hot water and meticulously wiped her entire body, inside and out, with the Mao Jin.

Though Li Luo had already seen her last night, that had been an emergency.

Today, however, he deliberately unveiled her completely—and Ying Chanxi felt her whole body burning, even the hot towel seeming cooler than her own skin.

Fortunately, Li Luo worried she'd catch a chill; after wiping her upper body, he immediately dressed her in her nightgown, then continued wiping her legs.

Slowly peeling off the white stockings, Li Luo gazed at the creamy, porcelain-white skin of her calves emerging before him—and couldn't help but softly sigh in admiration.

Ying Chanxi squirmed her toes slightly, but Li Luo seized them, holding them still: "If you're bored, play with your phone—I'll wipe you properly."

As Li Luo carefully wiped her legs and feet, Ying Chanxi bit her lip, too shy to keep watching—she picked up her phone instead.

But she kept feeling the hot towel glide from her thighs down to her calves, finally gently massaging her tiny feet—making her body tingle with a soft, electric numbness.

After Li Luo finally wiped her clean and helped her put on her pajama pants, Ying Chanxi let out a long sigh, feeling her whole body go limp.

She had lain in bed all day, yet still felt utterly exhausted.

While Li Luo went into the bathroom to shower, Ying Chanxi fell into a deep sleep.

When Li Luo stepped out of the bathroom and saw this, his expression shifted slightly. He quietly returned to the bathroom and slipped back into his military training uniform.

Then he tiptoed out of the master bedroom and soon arrived at Xu Youyu's door.

"Huh? You're here?" Xu Youyu turned her head with a smile upon hearing the door open. "I just finished typing. You've got perfect timing."

"I was just waiting for Instructor Xu to train me."

"You haven't changed out of your military uniform, I see," Xu Youyu gave him a sultry side-eye, then got up to put on the military training uniform she'd brought home. She smiled sweetly at Li Luo. "Didn't Chanxi already help you?"

"How do you know?"

"Mmm~"

"... I knew she was acting unusually forward today. Did you do something?"

"I didn't do much," Xu Youyu smirked mischievously, leaning close to Li Luo's ear and whispering, "I just tried to bring her a maid outfit this noon, but she refused at first."

"And then?"

"Then I said..." Xu Youyu chuckled softly, "Chanxi, you fell and got hurt last night. Li Luo bathed you and dressed you, and now you're stuck coming to me for help—I'm so tired."

Li Luo: "... You told her that?"

"I only said I helped you," Xu Youyu blinked innocently. "How she interprets it isn't my concern."

"Instructor Xu... I think you're deeply sinful."

"What?" Xu Youyu raised an eyebrow. "You already used up your ammo once. Still got energy left?"

"Looks like you're underestimating me."

Monday morning.

Ying Chanxi woke up in bed and turned her head to see Li Luo sleeping peacefully.

She glanced at the clock—it was just past five.

But since she'd gone to bed early last night, she was now fully awake.

So she carefully rolled onto her side, admiring Li Luo's sleeping face.

When the alarm rang at half past five, Li Luo hurriedly got up, pecked Ying Chanxi's soft cheek, then went to prepare her breakfast.

"We have military training tonight—I might not make it back," Li Luo said as he finished preparing her meal and got ready to leave. "If I can't make it, I'll ask Youyu to bring you dinner."

"Got it," Ying Chanxi nodded obediently. "Go on. Train hard."

"Mm, bye."

Li Luo left the master bedroom and went to Xu Youyu's room, giving her butt a pat. "No morning class today?"

"Nope... I only picked afternoon classes. Even the ones in the morning are at ten—no 8 a. m. classes!" Xu Youyu mumbled sleepily, ending with a hint of pride.

"Then you're in charge of Chanxi's lunch."

"Got it."

"Why so weak?"

"How can you even ask?"

"Last night, who was the one taunting me saying I had no ammo left? I was just proving it to you."

"Get out! I'm sleeping!"

Li Luo chuckled as he bid Xu Youyu farewell, finally went downstairs, started his car, and hurried off to school.

The morning military training passed quickly.

At 8:30, during the break, Li Luo joined his three roommates under the shade of a tree.

At that moment, Cheng Xin asked curiously, "He and I both got into the Academic Department. What about you, Brother Luo, and Brother Wen?"

"I joined the External Relations Department to be with my girlfriend," Li Luo said.

"Did you get the acceptance message?" Bai Haoran asked.

"Nope," Li Luo shook his head with a laugh. "I was already pre-selected. The message doesn't matter."

"You can be pre-selected?" Cheng Xin was surprised. "Aren't interviews required?"

"His class assistant's girlfriend is the deputy head of the External Relations Department," Wen Zexuan rolled his eyes. "Besides, Old Li isn't bad himself. Think about his status—famous writer and lyricist. No department would turn him down."

"That's a bit exaggerated," Li Luo shook his head.

He HaiLu, head of the External Relations Department, agreed to pre-select him not just because of Xu Youyu, but mostly because his milk tea shop and hot pot restaurant consistently supported the department.

Such a steady, generous, and reliable business was rare around campus.

"What about you, Brother Wen?" Cheng Xin asked next.

"Me? Not decided yet," Wen Zexuan waved his phone. "I passed interviews for the Organization Department, Propaganda Department, and Sports Department. I also applied to the Youth League and Secretariat—don't know if I haven't been notified yet or just didn't make it."

Hearing this, Cheng Xin stared in shock. "Why did you apply to so many departments?"

"My dear senior has been swamped with studies since the semester started, and I've had nothing to do on weekend nights, so I just checked out all the departments," Wen Zexuan shrugged helplessly.

"You didn't just 'check them out,'" Li Luo laughed. "You were just looking for girls."

"Looking for girls is checking them out," Wen Zexuan raised an eyebrow at Li Luo and smirked. "The girls in the Sports Department seem the most energetic."

"The Organization Department girls are a bit too serious, but conquering them would be uniquely tempting."

"The Propaganda Department has all kinds of girls—pretty decent overall."

"So I'm still deciding which one to pick."

Hearing this, Cheng Xin couldn't help but warn him: "You already have a senior. Shouldn't you keep your distance from other girls?"

"With how busy Senior Xue is right now, I feel that after military training ends, their relationship will be over soon," Wen Zexuan said, spreading his hands. "I'm just paving the way for myself in advance."

"How could it be that fast?!" Cheng Xin widened his eyes, utterly incredulous. "You've only been together for less than a week! Are you really going to date for just two weeks?"

"Why are you so shocked?" Wen Zexuan looked at Cheng Xin with a strange expression. "Romantic relationships are only truly joyful during the flirting and infatuation phases."

"Once that stage passes, the initial novelty fades, replaced by increasing friction and conflict, which eventually leads to arguments."

"I'm simply ending it before any of these things happen, leaving both of us with the most beautiful impression possible."

Cheng Xin was left speechless by him and turned his gaze to Li Luo: "Brother Luo, you definitely don't think this way, right?"

"He's just playing around," Li Luo coughed. "I'm not that kind of person."

"If I had a girlfriend like Senior Xu, I'd definitely make an exception once," Wen Zexuan added. "But I've checked every department and still haven't found a girl who can match Senior Xu. What a shame."

"You'd better slow down," Li Luo glanced at Wen Zexuan. "With your style, you're bound to get burned someday."

"Don't worry—I'm solid as a rock."