Chapter 811

Youyu: Has Chanxi already found out? Ying Chanxi carefully put the pen back into its box, then took out the letters from the drawer.

She spread the letters one by one on the desk and told Li Luo with fondness: "This one is the letter you wrote me when I first joined the literature club."

"And this one is the last pen pal letter I wrote in the literature club."

"This one is from when you went to Qiongzhou City for the annual meeting—we followed you there for a trip, and you mailed it back from the post office at the Lu Hui Tou summit park, specially choosing my birthday to send it."

"There was also a postcard inside with the sun rising over the sea—so beautiful."

Ying Chanxi chattered away, her face glowing with happiness and nostalgia, carefully placing each envelope back into a special little box.

Li Luo listened to her, his expression gentle, unable to resist reaching out to stroke her head: "I'm amazed you remember all this so clearly."

"Of course I remember!" Ying Chanxi closed her eyes, savoring Li Luo's touch, her mood delightfully light as she tilted her chin up proudly: "Anything related to you, I remember every single detail."

Li Luo smiled indulgently and couldn't help leaning down to kiss her.

Ying Chanxi's cheeks flushed slightly, then she closed her eyes, her arms instinctively wrapping around Li Luo's neck, and soon they were deeply kissing.

Several minutes later, they parted lips, and Ying Chanxi came back to herself, quickly pushing Li Luo away and whispering: "We still have to keep cleaning—don't waste time."

"I just meant to give you a quick kiss—you're the one who threw your arms around me," Li Luo chuckled teasingly.

"Don't you dare say that!" Ying Chanxi playfully punched him, then immediately changed the subject, picking up a pink Polaroid camera from the windowsill and waving it at Li Luo: "You definitely remember this one too, right~"

"Of course I do," Li Luo laughed. "Someone was so worried I'd waste money, she insisted on paying me back for the camera."

"Hmph! How dare you bring that up!" Ying Chanxi grew angry at the memory, giving him two firm punches. "You were secretly writing novels and hiding it from me—I didn't even know you earned royalties, of course I was worried!"

"That was my fault," Li Luo caught her tiny fists in his hand, playing with them briefly before letting go. "Want me to apologize again?"

"No need," Ying Chanxi pouted, putting away the Polaroid camera, then picking up the mug on the desk.

It was handmade by her and Li Luo together at a craft store; Li Luo had an identical one.

No, actually, there were three identical ones.

After all, Li Luo had not only the one she made for him, but also ones given to him by Xu Youyu and Yan Zhusheng.

Thinking of this, Ying Chanxi lost the urge to elaborate on the mug, huffed softly, and put it away.

Once Ying Chanxi had nearly finished tidying the desk, Li Luo's gaze unconsciously drifted to the bottom drawer.

Ying Chanxi also remembered there was one last drawer left to clear, so she crouched down and pulled it halfway open.

Inside were various rarely used items, like souvenirs bought during trips.

She took them out one by one, then reached her right hand deep into the drawer and felt a box.

She glanced down curiously—and instantly her cheeks flushed crimson, her fingers recoiling as if shocked, and she slammed the drawer shut with a snap.

I'd completely forgotten there was something like this in this drawer!

It's all because of Senior!

Li Luo's right here—I can't possibly take it out now!

Ying Chanxi's heart burned with embarrassment.

Meanwhile, Li Luo, secretly watching Ying Chanxi, felt a sudden tension rise in his chest.

He'd heard from Xu Youyu that Chanxi's box was stored deep in the bottom drawer of the desk.

Now, with her back to him sorting through the drawer's contents, and all other items removed, it was obvious the box couldn't have escaped her notice.

So…

Li Luo took a deep breath, heard the drawer snap shut, and noticed Ying Chanxi's rare silence—he finally stopped avoiding it and asked tentatively: "You… saw it?"

"Saw what? I… I didn't see anything!" Ying Chanxi, thinking Li Luo had also seen the box, quickly denied it, blushing.

"Your reaction doesn't look like you saw nothing…" Li Luo sighed. "Since you saw it, then…"

"Don't… don't say anything more…" Ying Chanxi whispered. "Don't ask about things like this—it's too embarrassing."

"Uh…" Li Luo quietly stepped to her side and stole a glance at her expression.

Seeing she didn't seem angry, he breathed a sigh of relief: "You don't mind?"

"W-what's there to mind?" Ying Chanxi glanced at him, then quickly looked away, her face flushed as she whispered: "I knew it'd happen eventually—but… I just haven't quite prepared myself yet."

"Mm… sorry."

"Why are you apologizing?" Ying Chanxi pouted at him. "You didn't do anything wrong."

"It's not about right or wrong," Li Luo shook his head. "I just don't want you to feel uncomfortable."

"Oh come on, it's not that serious," Ying Chanxi stood up and leaned into Li Luo's arms, hugging him gently. "I'm just not quite ready inside—and Dad said…"

"What did he say?"

"N-nothing important… if we ignore him, he'll just keep talking nonsense," Ying Chanxi whispered.

"You better not let Uncle Ying hear that," Li Luo relaxed completely and chuckled.

"Hmph~ Even if he hears it, it doesn't matter," Ying Chanxi grew slightly bold, snuggling into Li Luo's arms and humming.

The two communicated effortlessly, completely unaware they were talking about entirely different things.

Li Luo vaguely sensed something odd, but couldn't pinpoint what.

Chanxi hadn't asked him who he'd done it with first… but this box was Xu Youyu's birthday gift to her, and only Xu Youyu knew where it was kept.

So when Ying Chanxi discovered the box was empty, she should've immediately realized who had secretly used it.

Thinking this, Li Luo found the situation far more reasonable, and stopped overthinking it.

Since Ying Chanxi wasn't upset, he felt at ease.

Meanwhile, Ying Chanxi remained completely oblivious; after a little more affection with Li Luo, she turned to start tidying her wardrobe.

"You still have a lot of my clothes," Ying Chanxi said as she opened her wardrobe. "Could you go to your closet and bring all my clothes over? Just toss them on my bed."

"OK, no problem," Li Luo nodded and turned to leave the room.

Seeing him go, Ying Chanxi quickly grabbed her undergarments and stuffed them into her suitcase.

Among them was a pair of Pikachu and Doraemon underwear—originally given to her by Xu Youyu, matching the ones Li Luo had.

Ying Chanxi's face flushed slightly; after tidying up, she laid regular clothes over them.

Though she had already been completely exposed to Li Luo countless times before.

But she was naturally shy, always feeling such things were embarrassing.

This was precisely why Li Luo loved teasing her—after all, when Ying Chanxi was shy, she was far cuter than usual.

It made one unable to resist teasing her further.

"I brought them." Li Luo walked into the room carrying a huge pile of clothes and tossed them onto the bed. "There's still plenty over there; I can't carry it all in one trip."

"Just bring everything over. I'll pick out what to take, and donate the rest," Ying Chanxi said.

"Alright." Li Luo obeyed and went back to fetch more clothes.

He hadn't realized until he emptied Ying Chanxi's closet how absurdly many clothes she owned.

It felt like Xu Youyu and Yan Zhusheng combined didn't have as many as she did.

Xu Youyu herself was lazy, and in clothing choices, she acted more like a boy—just anything wearable would do.

And because her figure was full and curvy, even the plainest clothes on her looked extremely sexy.

So Xu Youyu never bothered picking clothes and rarely bought any.

As for Yan Zhusheng, though she had long moved into Bihai Lanting, she'd worn school uniforms throughout high school, and most of her old clothes were still at Yuan Wanqing's place, never brought over—so her clothes here were few.

Most were new outfits Li Luo had bought her during their dates and shopping trips.

In contrast, once all of Ying Chanxi's clothes were moved over and piled on the bed, they formed a small mountain.

"This one's definitely coming with." Ying Chanxi pulled out a red scarf from the closet, draped it around her neck, and spun in front of Li Luo. "Winter's coming—tomorrow I'll wear this one~"

"That's the one Mom gave you, right?" Li Luo recognized it at once and grinned. "Good choice. Mom would be happy to see you wearing it."

"Mm-hmm!" Ying Chanxi nodded vigorously. Hearing that, she pulled out a white down jacket from the closet. "Do you remember this one?"

"Bought during winter break of freshman year?" Li Luo said. "I was the one who picked it out for you back then."

"Hehe~" Ying Chanxi laughed happily. "I'll wear this tomorrow then."

"It's been nearly three years—can you still fit into it?" Li Luo raised an eyebrow, teasing. "Haven't grown taller at all?"

"No way!" Ying Chanxi bumped her head against him in annoyance. "I'm over one meter sixty in shoes! Down jackets don't care about height!"

After a bit of playful bickering, Ying Chanxi set the white down jacket and red scarf aside for tomorrow.

She selected a few newer items from the rest and packed them into her suitcase.

Among them, every single outfit Li Luo had bought her was taken without exception.

The other clothes were to be donated.

"Oh, by the way, I almost forgot this." After finishing the clothes, Ying Chanxi remembered something, opened the bedside drawer, and pulled out a book.

Li Luo glanced and saw it was the physical copy of Xiao Huanxi.

Originally, the editor of Qianzhou had sent Li Luo a complete set of Xiao Huanxi's physical volumes—three parts: upper, middle, and lower.

The one in Ying Chanxi's hand was the upper volume.

"Alright! That's about it." Ying Chanxi placed Xiao Huanxi's book safely away, stood up, clapped her hands, and stretched her arms with a deep sigh. "Now it's your turn—I'll pack your things."

"Nothing else left?" Li Luo glanced around the room, his eyes landing on the bottom drawer of the desk. He cleared his throat and reminded her, "Aren't you throwing out that box?"

"Huh?" Ying Chanxi froze, then noticed Li Luo's gaze. Her cheeks flushed again, and she whispered quickly, "W-why would I throw it out… Oh no… I'll get it tomorrow. Let's go pack yours first—come on, come on!"

Her cheeks blushed like evening clouds as she pushed Li Luo out of the room, too embarrassed to continue discussing the topic.

Li Luo let her push him all the way to the master bedroom. Seeing she didn't want to talk about it, he wisely stayed silent.

"I'll help you pack your clothes first." After pushing Li Luo into the master bedroom, Ying Chanxi looked at the half-empty closet and pulled out his suitcase.

"Mm." Li Luo nodded. "Check what clothes you want to phase out—donate them with yours."

"What could you possibly have to phase out… you own so few clothes." Ying Chanxi flipped through Li Luo's clothes, picking and muttering, "These can go, but these definitely need to come."

The clothes she said could be donated were mostly the ones Li Luo had brought from his own home.

Over three years of high school, he'd grown taller, so many of his old clothes no longer fit.

But the ones Ying Chanxi said could be donated…

"Sis, I'm right here watching," Yan Zhusheng, who had been lying on the bed, suddenly crouched beside the closet, squinting. "These few outfits were gifts from me to Li Luo."

"You scared me!" Ying Chanxi shot her a disgruntled look. "I was just joking—I wasn't actually going to throw them out."

"You're mean, sis."

"Then help out! Pick out the clothes you gave Li Luo yourself—I don't remember who bought what, I can't tell."

"I'll help too!" Yan Zhusheng immediately joined in, working side by side with Ying Chanxi.

Li Luo stood aside, with nothing to do, so he retreated to the desk and began tidying its clutter.

As he organized, he occasionally glanced at the two girls packing his clothes by the closet. He felt a deep warmth—this life was simply too beautiful.

Just then, his phone vibrated.

A WeChat message arrived from Xu Youyu.

【Xu Youyu】: How's it going? Did XiXi find out yet?

Li Luo glanced at Ying Chanxi, then tapped rapidly on his screen to reply.

【Li Luo】: Yeah, she knows.

(End of Chapter)