Chapter 837: Tonight I

"Don't go yet—I can still drink!"

Xu Youyu lay half-asleep on her bed, mumbling to herself.

Meanwhile, Yan Zhusheng had already pulled Li Luo out of Xu Youyu's room and headed straight for her own bedroom next door.

Li Luo, watching the direction, couldn't help but ask, "Aren't we going back to the master bedroom?"

"Can't I wash up in my room?" Yan Zhusheng turned to ask.

Li Luo didn't care where he bathed; he nodded and followed Yan Zhusheng.

The two entered Yan Zhusheng's bedroom, and she pulled him toward the bathroom.

These three bedrooms on the third floor, exclusively for the three girls, were roughly the same size.

Each girl's bedroom was mostly designed by herself.

For example, Ying Chanxi's bedroom, besides the usual furniture, was dominated by a walk-in closet that connected directly to Li Luo's master bedroom.

That closet was about the size of a whole bedroom.

In Xu Youyu's bedroom, she installed the latest model projector, capable of projecting not just onto walls but directly onto the ceiling when lying down.

Definitely a must-have for lazy people.

In comparison, Yan Zhusheng's bedroom was much simpler, with almost no extra design.

Everything she wanted was already on the fourth floor—in the piano room and recording studio.

At this moment, both were naked, having lost everything during their mahjong game.

There was no need for further effort—they could just walk right in and bathe.

But Yan Zhusheng hadn't come just to wash; she specifically turned on the bathtub faucet, clearly planning to soak.

Seeing her little move, Li Luo asked curiously, "Isn't the bathtub in the master bathroom bigger? If you want to soak, you don't need to do it here."

"I just like it cozy," Yan Zhusheng blinked at him, "Okay?"

"Then I'll leave it to you," Li Luo smiled, ruffling her hair, "Before soaking, let's rinse off first."

"Mm."

Yan Zhusheng turned on the showerhead, tested the water temperature, then leaned into Li Luo's arms, wetting both their bodies.

The bathing process itself needed no elaboration—they'd long since settled into a routine like an old married couple.

If Li Luo shifted his body or lowered his head, Yan Zhusheng knew whether he wanted body wash or shampoo, and she'd quietly prepare it and hand it to him.

If he bathed with Xu Youyu, whether facing her, having her back to him, or turning his own back to her, all were fine with Li Luo.

But with Yan Zhusheng, his options were more limited—he preferred positions where he could touch her thighs.

Still, no matter what, standing while bathing was always inconvenient.

After Yan Zhusheng finished rinsing off the body wash…

The hot water in the bathtub was now ready; Li Luo gently tapped Yan Zhusheng's head.

"Come soak," Li Luo pulled her up, walked to the tub, tested the water, then stepped in first.

Yan Zhusheng eagerly followed, settling right into his lap, resting against his broad chest, eyes half-closing in comfort.

"Why did you think of soaking?" Li Luo's hands moved back and forth beneath the water, caressing as he chatted.

"Chanxi and the senior are asleep, so I wanted to do something more with you," Yan Zhusheng turned slightly, wrapping her arms around his neck, pressing her lips to his; after a long kiss, her eyes glazed over as she added, "I've never soaked alone with you before."

Hearing this, Li Luo recalled—she was right.

Previous times had always been with all four of them, like at the villa in Qiongzhou City.

Aside from that, Li Luo could only recall having soaked alone with Xu Youyu in a hotel bathtub.

But back then, their relationship hadn't progressed so far—even when soaking together, they'd worn swimsuits, nothing like this directness.

Now Yan Zhusheng couldn't help asking, "If we're counting only solo soaks, am I the first?"

"Cough, if we're counting just soaking, Youyu is first," Li Luo didn't lie to Yan Zhusheng on this—he answered honestly, "That one time in Qiongzhou City, before you all came, I soaked once with Youyu in the hotel tub."

"Oh, okay."

"But if we're counting completely naked, today is indeed the first time," Li Luo added.

"Really?"

"Why would I lie to you about this?"

"Good," Yan Zhusheng hugged him tighter, rubbing against his chest.

Li Luo rubbed her head, softly asking, "Were you a little jealous just now?"

"Not really," Yan Zhusheng shook her head gently in his arms, "As long as I'm beside you, nothing else matters much."

When a girl says something like that, it easily pierces a man's heart—Li Luo felt his heartbeat skip.

He held her tightly, his mind flashing with visions of their future, recalling their experiences across this life and the last.

Yan Zhusheng felt his grip and whispered, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Li Luo shook his head, then suddenly remembered something; he stared at her delicate profile for a long while before softly asking, "Zhusheng."

"Hmm?"

"When did you fall for me?"

"Hmm…" That question stumped Yan Zhusheng.

Leaning against Li Luo, she tilted her head up toward the ceiling, lost in deep thought.

After long silence, she finally blurted out: "I don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know?" Li Luo chuckled, pinching her cheek, "How can you not know when you fell for me?"

"It was gradual," Yan Zhusheng blinked innocently, turning her head to look at him, "By the time I realized it, I'd already liked you for a long time. So when did you fall for me, Li Luo?"

"Me?" Li Luo paused, then softly smiled, "That's a story from my last life."