Chapter 719

Night.

Yan Zhusheng took a comfortable bath and washed her long hair clean.

After drying her body and carefully wiping her hair, Yan Zhusheng wrapped her long hair in a Mao Jin, changed into a clean pajama set, and walked out of the bathroom on the corridor.

They arrived home at 9:30 p. m.; Yan Zhusheng bathed for nearly an hour before stepping out of the bathroom, then headed toward Li Luo's master bedroom at 10:30.

As soon as she pushed the door open, Yan Zhusheng was about to call Ying Chanxi to take a bath.

But she saw her own sister already lying on the bed with a flushed face, wearing the pajamas Yan Zhusheng had just brought her—clearly already bathed.

Seeing this, Yan Zhusheng narrowed her eyes, then turned to look at Li Luo.

Upon realizing that Li Luo, who was diligently typing, had also changed into pajamas, Yan Zhusheng asked in confusion: "Did Xi Xi just bathe in here?"

"Y-yes." Ying Chanxi, noticing Yan Zhusheng enter the room and eyeing her with suspicion, replied nervously, "What's wrong?"

"Then why didn't you bathe with me?" Yan Zhusheng asked again. "Why did you have to come bathe in Li Luo's room?"

"What's the big deal?" Ying Chanxi stammered. "I-I didn't think much about it. I originally planned to wait until you finished, but after waiting a while, I thought, since Li Luo's room was empty anyway, I might as well just bathe here."

"Oh." Yan Zhusheng nodded. "Then why did Li Luo finish bathing too?"

"We bathe quickly," Ying Chanxi said confidently. "You had to wash your hair; Li Luo doesn't even need ten minutes to bathe."

"Enough, enough, stop asking." Li Luo had paused her work, stood up, pulled Yan Zhusheng onto a chair, and took out a hairdryer to dry her hair. "Get your hair dry and get into bed. I still have to type."

"Oh." Yan Zhusheng sat obediently, letting Li Luo handle her long hair, and pulled out her phone to browse.

Seeing Yan Zhusheng didn't press further, Ying Chanxi finally breathed a slight sigh of relief, blushed, and hid under the covers, leaving only her eyes exposed. She also pulled out her phone and covered her eyes with it.

On the chair, Yan Zhusheng enjoyed Li Luo's hair-drying service. Once her hair was dry, she didn't rush to get into bed—instead, she stood up and walked toward the master bedroom's bathroom: "I'm going to the toilet."

Li Luo and Ying Chanxi didn't think much of it and let her enter the bathroom.

Not long after, when Li Luo had re-entered her typing flow, Yan Zhusheng stepped out of the bathroom, removed her slippers, climbed onto the bed, and snuggled up next to Ying Chanxi.

Ying Chanxi, startled by how close she was, asked warily: "What are you doing?"

"Nothing. I just have a question for you, sister." Yan Zhusheng leaned close to Ying Chanxi and whispered softly.

"What question?" Ying Chanxi still felt guilty, like a child caught doing something wrong, afraid to meet her parent's gaze, so she turned onto her side, presenting her back to Yan Zhusheng.

"Just one small question." Yan Zhusheng leaned close to Ying Chanxi's ear and suddenly asked quietly, "Was it comfortable bathing with Li Luo?"

At these words, Ying Chanxi shuddered violently, her whole body tensed, her mind racing. She stammered in denial: "W-what are you talking about? I didn't bathe with him at all."

At this moment, Ying Chanxi's eyes darted around, her palms sweating. She hadn't expected Yan Zhusheng to keep pressing on this question.

Fortunately, she was facing away from Yan Zhusheng, so her expression couldn't be seen—this gave Ying Chanxi slight relief.

As long as she denied it outright, it'd be fine.

"Then who bathed first, you or Li Luo?" Yan Zhusheng asked again.

Hearing this question, Ying Chanxi immediately scrambled her thoughts.

She recalled she had previously claimed she waited a while after returning to the room before bathing.

So she continued along that logic: "Li Luo bathed first."

"I just saw he finished, but you were still bathing in the other bathroom, and it looked like you wouldn't be done anytime soon."

"So I decided to just bathe here."

"Oh, I see." Yan Zhusheng blinked, still speaking calmly: "So you used Li Luo's towel to dry your body? His bathroom only had one towel."

"Y-yes." Ying Chanxi felt a surge of guilt. Hearing Yan Zhusheng say this, she vividly recalled the moment Li Luo had hugged her from behind and meticulously dried her body with the towel.

Her body suddenly felt warm.

"So you're lying," Yan Zhusheng said.

"H-how can you say I'm lying?" Ying Chanxi insisted. "Don't keep imagining nonsense. Things that didn't happen can't be forced into confession!"

Yan Zhusheng shook her head and continued: "Sister, don't you know? Li Luo has a habit when she bathes."

"... What?"

"After drying her body with the towel, she always just throws it onto the rack—she never smooths it out."

"S-so what?"

"But you just said Li Luo bathed first, then you bathed, and you used her towel," Yan Zhusheng said. "Yet you always hang your towel neatly after use—you never just toss it carelessly."

At these words, Ying Chanxi's mind went blank. She hadn't realized such a detail existed.

But she still clung to her denial: "W-what if I just didn't think to hang it properly and threw it there?"

"If you say so, then fine." Yan Zhusheng didn't press further, only said: "I was going to share my experience bathing with Li Luo with you."

"What?!"

Hearing this, Ying Chanxi's eyes widened in shock. She spun around sharply to face Yan Zhusheng.

But Yan Zhusheng had already turned away, offering only her back.

"Don't leave your sentence hanging!" This time it was Ying Chanxi who turned, chasing after Yan Zhusheng's back.

She grabbed Yan Zhusheng's shoulders and shook her twice, angrily demanding: "When did you bathe with Li Luo?"

"I don't talk to people who haven't bathed with Li Luo," Yan Zhusheng replied.

"You..." Ying Chanxi's face flushed crimson with anger, yet she desperately wanted to know how far Yan Zhusheng and Li Luo had gone.

After a fierce internal struggle, Ying Chanxi finally raised the white flag, gently shaking Yan Zhusheng's shoulders and whispering: "Fine... I admit... I really did bathe with Li Luo today..."

Hearing this, Yan Zhusheng smiled contentedly, narrowing her eyes, then turned to ask curiously: "So, was it comfortable bathing with Li Luo?"

Ying Chanxi: "..."

Can you even talk about something like this?!

"Did he help you with that?" Yan Zhusheng reached out a finger from under the covers and poked it upward.

Seeing this gesture, Ying Chanxi's face turned bright red. She shook her head frantically, refusing to admit anything.

"He helped me—several times," Yan Zhusheng glanced sideways at her. "Sister, you didn't get any help? Does he not like you?" "You..." Ying Chanxi, pushed to her limit, blurted out: "Li Luo loves me the most! He—he helped me several times too!"

"Oh, so that's how it is," Yan Zhusheng nodded. "So you did it today too?"

Ying Chanxi's face flushed bright red; she knew she had already revealed everything, and now she felt a bit like giving up entirely.

So she straightened her neck and continued: "Yes, I—I helped him too!"

"What?"

"It's just… it's just…" Ying Chanxi still felt too shy to say it, but remembering how Yan Zhusheng had pressed her relentlessly just now, she was eager to turn the tables.

So Ying Chanxi gathered her courage and said to Yan Zhusheng: "I helped him… that…"

As she spoke, her face turned crimson as she extended a small hand and made a gesture.

After saying it, she suddenly realized Yan Zhusheng might never have done this herself and might not understand what she meant.

Thinking of this, Ying Chanxi even felt a flicker of pride, lifting her chin and saying to Yan Zhusheng: "If you don't get it, I can't help you."

Seeing her smug expression, Yan Zhusheng showed a rare look of disbelief mixed with amusement.

But finally she kept her face serious and said to Ying Chanxi: "Sister, you don't actually think you're impressive, do you?"

"I've used this to help Li Luo."

"What about you?"

As she spoke, Yan Zhusheng tapped her own lips.

"What?!" Ying Chanxi was stunned; hearing Yan Zhusheng say this, her entire face turned as red as the setting sun, and she stammered helplessly: "You… this… with your mouth… how could you…"

"Sister, you haven't tried it yet, have you?" Yan Zhusheng blinked innocently.

At these words, Ying Chanxi was instantly defeated, lying frozen on the bed, unable to process what she'd just heard.

But Yan Zhusheng wasn't done; she quietly leaned close to Ying Chanxi's ear and whispered: "Also, before, my senior and I already used our feet to help him."

Ying Chanxi: "…?"

"Before… when was that?" Ying Chanxi's expression went blank; she felt as if she were living in a false world, as if she and Yan Zhusheng and Xu Youyu were on entirely different parallel timelines.

They'd all lived under the same roof—how could their scripts be so different?!

"Let me think…" Yan Zhusheng paused to recall. "It was probably when Li Luo had his birthday last time."

"Last birthday?" Ying Chanxi couldn't help pressing further.

"You were there too then, you just didn't know."

Ying Chanxi: "???"

"It was… " Yan Zhusheng hesitated, then revealed: "When Li Luo had his birthday, we were playing Flight Chess, right? My senior and I secretly slid our feet under the table."

"And later, during the New Year, when Li Luo went to Qiongzhou City for the annual meeting?"

"We all went together then too—when we played chess in the hot spring pool at the villa, we slipped our feet under the water too."

Hearing this, Ying Chanxi was utterly shaken.

She had imagined it might have happened last year, or after graduation, or during the summer when they took the Motorhome out together—perhaps Yan Zhusheng and Xu Youyu had secretly done something improper then.

After all, she herself had done those things with Li Luo inside the Motorhome.

But now Yan Zhusheng told her that even back then, during the birthday Flight Chess game, she and her senior had already done this?!

Ying Chanxi was completely stunned; after a long moment, she gritted her teeth and said: "Why did you keep this from me all this time? You and your senior have been sneaking around doing these things together so enthusiastically!"

"Because you're so stingy," Yan Zhusheng said innocently, blinking. "If you'd known back then, you might've gotten angry."

"And now I'm not angry?" Ying Chanxi demanded, pouting.

"You're not too angry now, are you?" Yan Zhusheng leaned close to Ying Chanxi's ear and whispered: "Li Luo definitely loves your feet the most. Try it on him next time—he'll be thrilled."

"You…" Ying Chanxi's face burned red. "You think this will make me stop being angry?"

"I can share more information with you," Yan Zhusheng whispered. "Since you've already accepted it, why not learn more?"

"I—I don't want to learn…"

"Like Li Luo's sensitive spots," Yan Zhusheng said. "My senior told me all of them."

Ying Chanxi: "…What exactly has my senior been doing all this time?! How does she know so much?!"

"You can ask her directly."

"I won't ask…" Ying Chanxi's cheeks flushed; she was too shy to ask—but still whispered hesitantly: "So… what are Li Luo's sensitive spots…"

"I won't tell you," Yan Zhusheng said. "Information exchange should be mutual. Do you have anything to trade?"

"…I don't have anything like that."

"True," Yan Zhusheng nodded, then asked bluntly: "So how many times have you bathed with Li Luo?"

"Hmm…" Ying Chanxi squirmed uncomfortably, then carefully recalled, counting on her fingers: "I think… three times?"

"Already three times?" Yan Zhusheng narrowed her eyes, looking slightly displeased.

"How many times have you?" Ying Chanxi, sensing Yan Zhusheng's mood, asked curiously.

"…Just once."

"Hah~" For some reason, Ying Chanxi actually laughed happily, as if she'd finally found a way to outdo Yan Zhusheng—she'd finally won once!

"So you still haven't told me Li Luo's sensitive…"

"You've already asked your question," Yan Zhusheng turned her back again, ignoring her. "I asked how many times you bathed with him, and you asked how many times I did—so they cancel out."

"You…" Ying Chanxi was so furious she couldn't speak, words stuck in her throat.

Li Luo, who had been typing, finally couldn't hold back and asked: "What are you two talking about?"

"We're talking about…" Yan Zhusheng turned back, ready to tell Li Luo seriously.

The next second, Ying Chanxi clamped her hand over Yan Zhusheng's mouth and glared at Li Luo: "N-nothing! Girls' talk—don't ask. Just keep typing!"

(End of Chapter)