Chapter 831: The Gluttonous Bamboo-Sound

Xu Youyu lightly took the object from Li Luo's hand, flicking a finger in a small circle midair, causing it to float and spin gently along with it.

Then she tossed it onto the sofa, where it landed softly.

Only now, with the skirt no longer blocking his view, did Li Luo finally see its true form.

It was still a style similar to a bikini… the fabric was much smaller than the palm of his hand.

No wonder he hadn't noticed it earlier when she wrote "Owner's Exclusive."

Li Luo had assumed Xu Youyu hadn't worn this either, just like himself.

"My turn now."

At this moment, Yan Zhusheng could no longer wait; she hurriedly called out to the others, urging everyone back onto the flight chess carpet.

Immediately, she picked up the dice and tossed them into the air.

Another six—successfully allowing Zhusheng to deploy another airplane.

From the start until now, Yan Zhusheng had been the luckiest, and this was already her fourth six.

Following procedure, she moved her doll forward again, successfully triggering the content of the square.

Or rather, she was now deliberately watching for squares with content, choosing which doll to move based on which one could trigger them.

Li Luo curiously crouched down beside the square to take a look, then let out another sigh.

"What does 'cleaning hygiene' mean?"

【Little maid lifts the owner's shirt and cleans his hygiene for 30 seconds】

"It means exactly what you think it means~" Xu Youyu said with a grin, "This must've been written by Chanxi too—same as the earlier 'feeding' square."

"W-what's wrong with that…?" Ying Chanxi's cheeks flushed red, slightly embarrassed.

To think, when she wrote the feeding square, she'd only imagined feeding Li Luo some fruit—how could she have foreseen Xu Youyu's perverted twist?

As for this one, she'd only written it after secretly peeking at parts of Xu Youyu and Yan Zhusheng's entries, discovering each of them had written something more outrageous than the last, and gritting her teeth to add her own.

But she still hadn't dared to write anything too explicit, deliberately using the euphemism "cleaning hygiene"—her last shred of stubborn dignity.

"Owner, hurry up."

Yan Zhusheng, already impatient, grabbed Li Luo's arm and pulled him back onto the sofa.

Then she deliberately lifted up the top of his pajamas.

The way she says "owner"…

Yan Zhusheng was getting more and more natural with it, as if she'd fully slipped into the role of this little maid.

Before Ying Chanxi could even start timing, Yan Zhusheng had already crouched down and, with a soft "ah," pressed her lips to him.

Fortunately, Ying Chanxi reacted quickly and immediately pressed the timer button on her phone.

The thirty seconds vanished in the blink of an eye.

Li Luo felt a tingling numbness across his chest—where her softness passed, everything grew slick and cool.

Only when Ying Chanxi shouted "stop" and Xu Youyu kindly handed him tissues to wipe clean did Li Luo slowly come back to himself.

Yan Zhusheng clearly wasn't quite satisfied yet.

She'd nearly crouched down to the level of the sofa.

Had Ying Chanxi not been watching closely, Yan Zhusheng probably would've already pulled down Li Luo's underwear.

Flight chess continued.

After several more rounds, Xu Youyu finally liberated another airplane from her base.

Yan Zhusheng had all three airplanes deployed, advancing without risk; her fastest one had already reached the finish line and entered the final home stretch.

Meanwhile, Li Luo, wanting to prolong the game, had no intention of winning—he quietly activated his Memory Palace and deliberately rolled low numbers, making his progress noticeably slower than Yan Zhusheng's.

At this point, Ying Chanxi had also deployed her second airplane; her first had already passed Xu Youyu's base entrance, taken the shortcut path, and flown straight to Li Luo's side.

It happened that Li Luo rolled a four, and looking at the doll of Ying Chanxi parked ahead, Li Luo stroked his chin and selected the "Ying Chanxi" nameplate doll that had been parked at his doorstep all along, choosing to take the initiative.

"Ah." Ying Chanxi, seeing this, had initially thought Li Luo meant to detonate her, forcing her to remove an article of clothing.

So her heart fluttered with quiet excitement, but she dared not show it—she merely stiffened her face, waiting silently for him to approach and choose.

Yet when she saw him pick the doll bearing her name, her expression immediately turned to disappointment.

But remembering what her senior had told her about the fusion effect, her face brightened again, her mood lifting instantly.

"We've never tried fusion before," Li Luo said with a smile, placing his doll beside Ying Chanxi's straight-punch doll, "Does this count as fused?"

"Yes," Xu Youyu grinned beside them, rolling another die to advance her own doll, then continued, "But after fusion, there are new rules."

"What rules?" Li Luo asked curiously.

"Let Chanxi demonstrate them herself," Xu Youyu said, glancing at Ying Chanxi and winking.

Ying Chanxi immediately nodded vigorously, rolled the dice, and got a five.

Then she hurried forward, tiptoeing slightly, wrapping her arms around Li Luo's neck, and kissed him.

Li Luo naturally didn't refuse the beautiful girl's embrace; he wrapped his arms around her slender waist and leaned down to savor the kiss.

At this moment, Xu Youyu and Yan Zhusheng walked over to the two dolls and helped move the fused pair forward five spaces.

"Sister, that's enough," Yan Zhusheng called over, "Stop kissing, you've already moved."

Ying Chanxi still wasn't done—she pretended not to hear and kissed him a few more times before reluctantly pulling away.

Li Luo, seeing the fused doll had advanced, suddenly understood: "So you have to stay kissing while moving?"

"No, just holding each other is enough," Xu Youyu chuckled, "But extra actions are fine—what just happened was just Chanxi's own idea."

"D-don't say that…" Ying Chanxi hurriedly covered Xu Youyu's mouth, blushing furiously, "You said kissing was allowed—otherwise I wouldn't have kissed him!"

"Allowed doesn't mean required," Yan Zhusheng added, cutting in, "Sister, stop talking, it's my turn again."

Yan Zhusheng wasted no time—she immediately grabbed the dice and continued the game.

As round after round passed, Yan Zhusheng, thanks to her luck, successfully moved all four airplanes to the finish line, winning the first round.

Of course, this also has to do with Li Luo deliberately holding back.

Otherwise, according to the rules, no one could have blown up his aircraft; normally, he should have won long ago.

But for Li Luo, winning the game is not the goal; savoring the game's content is what matters most.