Chapter 836: Let

In the rules of Yuhang Mahjong, the white tile is also called the God of Wealth and can substitute for any other tile.

It is also the foundation for forming big hands; without a white tile, a player can only win with the most basic self-draw, with no bonus multipliers.

Under these rules, if someone holds three white tiles and isn't trying to form a big hand, it's virtually impossible for them to fail to win.

Ying Chanxi examined Yan Zhusheng's tiles again and realized he had been able to win for a long time—he had been deliberately letting others win.

This clearly meant he didn't want to win; he was just aiming to lick the whipped cream.

Yan Zhusheng's trick was exposed, so he could only put on a look of innocent confusion.

Finally, Xu Youyu stepped in, waved her hand, and mediated: "Zhusheng, you can't play like this anymore—you must win whenever you can. If we find out you're deliberately letting others win, this round still counts as your win."

"Oh." Yan Zhusheng nodded obediently at these words.

After all, she'd already enjoyed over an hour of winning earlier—let them find out if they wanted to.

This round was counted as Yan Zhusheng's win, so the other three had to accept punishment.

By now, the whipped cream on the three girls' faces had long since been completely eaten by Li Luo.

He was only wearing a pajama top and pajama pants, and hadn't yet stripped down that far, so he got up to fetch a cocktail from the fridge.

He had self-awareness—he picked only the lowest-alcohol drink on the top shelf, so he wouldn't collapse before enjoying himself, if he kept losing and drinking.

Ying Chanxi stood up and walked over to the cake, then said in surprise: "Why is all the whipped cream gone?"

"I used it all," Yan Zhusheng said from her seat. "Sister won three rounds in a row earlier, so it's normal you didn't notice."

Ying Chanxi: "... How can you even say that?"

"The whipped cream's all gone?" Xu Youyu leaned over to look, then smiled sweetly: "So, Xixi—do you want to take off your clothes, or start with the drink?"

"This..." Ying Chanxi hesitated.

To be honest, she had a tiny, tiny desire to take off her clothes—but there were two other good friends here besides Li Luo.

That made her feel restrained, too shy to take off her clothes so openly.

If losing meant only one option—taking off clothes—then Ying Chanxi wouldn't have hesitated.

But the situation now was clearly different.

After much hesitation, Ying Chanxi walked to the fridge, took a cocktail with the same alcohol level as Li Luo's, and took a small sip.

Xu Youyu, of course, wasn't afraid of alcohol; she took another large gulp and called for the next round.

After several consecutive rounds, when Xu Youyu finished her cocktail, she grinned and walked over to Li Luo, circling him once.

"Master~ I've had too much to drink; if I drink more, I'll get drunk," Xu Youyu hugged his neck from behind and said, "This time I can only choose to take off my clothes—Master, will you help me?"

"Where do you want to take off?" Li Luo raised an eyebrow.

"That's up to Master's discretion~" Xu Youyu blew warm air into his ear, then stood up straight, letting Li Luo look her over.

Li Luo didn't hold back—he stood up and finally began removing the larger pieces of clothing from the little maid, pulling off her white apron, leaving only the black underskirt dress.

After helping Xu Youyu take off one garment, Li Luo's gaze turned to Yan Zhusheng and Ying Chanxi.

This round was won by Li Luo, so all three maids had to be punished.

The head maid had set the example—now it was up to the other two personal maids to follow.

Yan Zhusheng didn't care at all; she was even looking forward to it. She stood up and walked over to Li Luo, her apron also removed by him.

If she lost again and Li Luo took off their dresses too, he'd truly get a full view.

Ying Chanxi was still clearly shy and didn't dare stand up to let Li Luo take off her clothes, so she picked up her cocktail again and took another small sip.

Although this was the lowest-alcohol drink, it was still much stronger than beer.

Before she'd even finished the cup, Ying Chanxi already felt a slight dizziness.

If she hadn't been sipping only tiny amounts, she'd probably have passed out by now.

It was already past nine p. m., and they'd been playing mahjong for over two hours.

Xu Youyu had drunk three full glasses of alcohol—all the highest-proof ones.

Now she was choosing to take off clothes again, her whole body buzzing with excitement, her cheeks still flushed red, looking extremely alluring.

When the next round began and Li Luo was dealer, he won again, and Xu Youyu strolled over to him with a smile, half her body leaning against his chest, asking suggestively:

"This time, Master, where do you want me to take off?"

"Do you really have to ask?" Li Luo raised his brow and chuckled.

He reached out without hesitation, gently pulling the shoulder straps of Xu Youyu's dress apart, letting them slide down her smooth, pale shoulders.

But the slope was steep—it took some effort.

Yet at that moment, Li Luo suddenly remembered: someone had already had her accessories removed earlier that afternoon.

As the dress fell to the floor, the words "Master's Exclusive" were fully exposed, making Li Luo's breath quicken.

Fortunately, the upper body was still covered by the mask—Xu Youyu quickly turned around to face him, covering herself with her hands, her face redder than ever.

"Does Master like it?"

"Mm..." Li Luo swallowed hard, already feeling like he didn't want to play mahjong anymore.

"What about me?" Yan Zhusheng stepped in, blocking Li Luo's view.

Li Luo glanced at Yan Zhusheng and did the same—gently pulling her shoulder straps apart.

Unlike Xu Youyu's dress, which resisted, Yan Zhusheng's dress fell instantly to the floor the moment the straps were released, needing no extra force.

But unlike Xu Youyu, Yan Zhusheng wore a small crop top on top—no mask needed.

But Li Luo clearly wasn't interested in admiring it—his gaze had already settled on Yan Zhusheng's legs.

Earlier, after he'd removed her shoes, all that remained were her long, slender legs clad in white thigh-high stockings.

That curve, that texture... hard not to reach out and touch, to savor.

But soon, Li Luo felt someone poking him from behind.

He turned his head and saw Ying Chanxi staring at him with a completely blank expression.

Li Luo chuckled and couldn't resist teasing her: "What's wrong, Xixi? Aren't you drinking anymore?"