Chapter 882: Xu Youyu: Can You Leave Me Some?

There are differences even among girls' feet.

If he usually only spent time alone with one of the three girls, Li Luo himself couldn't easily tell the difference.

Because each person's body had its own perfect points, and feet were the hardest to distinguish.

Yan Zhusheng's feet, due to her height, were slightly larger than the other two.

But not in an overall bulky way—instead, they gave the impression of slender elegance.

Especially the arch curve was most pronounced; touch it once and you couldn't let go.

If paired with her calves, Yan Zhusheng's feet were perfect, complementing her slender legs, making you want to play with them endlessly.

In comparison, Xu Youyu's feet were slightly smaller and lacked Yan Zhusheng's bony definition, making them soft and fleshy to the touch, with excellent texture.

And unlike Yan Zhusheng's cold pale skin, Xu Youyu's foot skin was more porcelain-white, contrasting nicely with its softness.

Every time Li Luo squeezed and played with Xu Youyu's feet, he felt as if he might crush porcelain—but when he actually did, nothing happened.

Very strange.

But at this moment, if you saw Ying Chanxi's feet, the other two instantly paled in comparison.

Xixi's feet were adorable, the smallest of the three.

She had neither Yan Zhusheng's bony frame nor Xu Youyu's plush fullness, but struck just the right balance between the two.

Her foot skin wasn't Yan Zhusheng's cold pale nor Xu Youyu's porcelain white, but a warm, tender white like fine jade or milk.

Combined with her tiny, delicate size, when placed in his palm, Li Luo could even support most of her foot with one hand.

It felt as if she were still a child.

This strangely stirred an unspoken protectiveness, like a mother cat licking her newborn kitten, making you want to lean in and gently kiss it.

Generally, if it were Yan Zhusheng's or Xu Youyu's feet, Li Luo would be fine with kissing them—but licking them? He'd likely refuse.

But if it were Ying Chanxi's feet, it was an entirely different matter.

So when Yan Zhusheng and Ying Chanxi lay before him, lifting their feet, though Li Luo had no preference for either, his hands simply wouldn't obey—he kept touching Xixi's feet more.

But he wasn't a pervert; after massaging both girls, he let go and returned to his desk to keep writing.

The final update window for "Great Gan Night Patrol" was less than two months away; Li Luo had already finished the ending and only needed to schedule the updates.

But to blend the worldviews of "Great Gan Night Patrol" and his new book, "The End of the Sequence," he'd taken time to write several side stories for "Great Gan Night Patrol" as Easter eggs for the new book's promotion.

He'd release them after "Great Gan Night Patrol" concluded.

By then, "The End of the Sequence" would also be nearing its launch, and the two could be linked together, maximizing the traffic of "Great Gan Night Patrol"'s old readers to the new book.

After all, fundamentally, these two books were different genres—one a fantasy imperial xianxia, the other a Western-style steampunk Cthulhu.

Without prior planning, they were utterly incompatible; without explanation, no one would ever connect them.

"How much have you saved up for your new book?"

Near evening, Xu Youyu finally woke up on the bed, hearing Li Luo still typing, and yawned as she rolled over to ask curiously toward his back:

"Two hundred fifty thousand words." Li Luo glanced at the total word count and replied, "Enough to carry me through a while after launch."

"Damn." Xu Youyu cursed under her breath, "Are you even human? Do you have to be this intense?"

"Whether I'm human or not—you know best, don't you?" Li Luo chuckled.

Xu Youyu rolled her eyes, then glanced at the floor mat below the bed and noticed Yan Zhusheng and Ying Chanxi were gone; she asked again: "Where are Xixi and Zhusheng?"

"They were called downstairs by my mom to play mahjong," Li Luo said. "Auntie Gu went back to her own house to cook, Auntie Er got tired, and Auntie Yuan and Auntie Cui are preparing dinner for us, so they sent them to the mahjong table to fill in."

Xu Youyu nodded, yawned again, sat up on the bed, and stretched out fully.

Then she got up, went to the opposite bathroom to wash her face.

When she returned to the room, Li Luo had finished writing, turned off his computer, and said: "Let's go downstairs—we should be having dinner soon."

"Okay." Xu Youyu nodded obediently and followed Li Luo out of the room, but when they reached the second-floor staircase, she grabbed him and pinned him against the wall.

"What are you doing?"

"It's the New Year—too many people around. I've been holding back for days." Xu Youyu tiptoed and kissed him full on the lips, "Let me satisfy my craving first."

"Then why didn't you say anything upstairs? Why wait until here to kiss me?"

"It's more exciting here," Xu Youyu grinned. "Listen—they're playing mahjong downstairs, so loud."

Li Luo chuckled and pinched her cheek, then flipped her over, pinning her against the wall.

At this moment, not only the sound of mahjong from the living room, but also the TV, the men chatting on the sofa, and the sizzling from the kitchen—all blended together.

Gathered as one.

Yet Li Luo and Xu Youyu hid in the staircase, kissing.

After a long while, Xu Youyu finally let him go; the two walked together to the second floor, where Xu Youyu went to sit beside Lin Xiuhong and watch the mahjong game, bringing tea and fruit to the players.

Li Luo greeted his father and both fathers-in-law on the sofa, chatted for a while, then rose and entered the kitchen to help the two mothers-in-law.

By six-thirty in the evening, a full table of delicious dishes steamed hotly onto the table.

Everyone gathered around, enjoying the food and chatting.

Lin Xiuhong brought up the wedding plans for Lin Xiu and Jian Chun, discussing details with Li Guohong.

When they talked about reliable wedding planners, Yin Zhicheng said: "I know a wedding company—very professional and well-known in Yuhang City. I can recommend them; their boss is my friend."

"That's great," Li Guohong nodded. "I'll ask you about it later." After settling on the wedding planner, Lin Xiuhong turned to Xu Rongsheng and said: "Jian Chun heard you're visiting our home and specifically asked me to ask—if she wants you to be the witness at the wedding, would you be willing?"

Xu Rongsheng paused, clearly surprised.

But recalling Jian Chun's status, his past mentorship of her during her graduate studies, and the news of her father's death last year,

Xu Rongsheng thought for a moment, then slowly nodded: "If she wishes it, and you have no objections, it would be my honor."

"That's perfect," Lin Xiuhong beamed. "You're a professor at Qian University—don't talk about honor. Being their witness is the best thing possible."

The dinner table continued discussing Lin Xiu and Jian Chun's wedding plans for a while longer, then shifted to other topics.

After dinner, some played mahjong, some played cards, others chatted.

The cozy days of the New Year are simply unadorned and plain.

Around ten at night, Xu Youyu returned to the neighboring room to keep writing.

Ying Chanxi and Yan Zhusheng also said they were going back to bathe and sleep, but after bathing, they sneaked into Li Luo's room.

After returning to his room, Li Luo finished bathing and resumed writing; seeing the two girls sneak in, he asked, "Who's sleeping on the floor tonight?"

"Me." Yan Zhusheng raised her hand obediently, then immediately scrambled onto the floor mat, pulled back the quilt, crawled inside, and lay down, blinking her eyes at Li Luo, "Stop writing. Come keep me company. I want a hug."

Yan Zhusheng wasn't Ying Chanxi—she said what she wanted outright.

Li Luo immediately responded, put down his writing, and got up to go over to the floor mat.

Ying Chanxi, who had just gotten into bed, saw this and pouted slightly, rolled to the edge of the bed, and watched as Li Luo slipped under the covers, after which Yan Zhusheng immediately snuggled into his arms.

"Don't watch, sister." Yan Zhusheng turned her head toward Ying Chanxi, who had peeked out from under the covers. "I won't give you my spot. Go to sleep."

"I don't care anyway." Ying Chanxi huffed, immediately pulling her head back under the quilt and angrily pulling it over herself.

Yan Zhusheng turned off the room light, glanced at Ying Chanxi on the bed, confirmed her sister wasn't watching, then began to misbehave.

Li Luo felt two small hands constantly crawling over his body—touching here, pinching there—soon making him flush with heat.

Yan Zhusheng was bold enough to crawl fully under the covers, forcing Li Luo to clamp his hand over his mouth and nose to suppress any strange sounds.

Not long after, Yan Zhusheng poked her head out from under the quilt, a small plastic square already between her lips; her eyes blinked in the moonlight, as if sparkling with stars.

Li Luo took a deep breath and turned to look at the bed, but Yan Zhusheng reached out and turned his head back.

"Sister's asleep." Yan Zhusheng sat up slightly on him and saw Ying Chanxi lying peacefully with closed eyes, breathing evenly—clearly fast asleep.

Yan Zhusheng bent down again, gently adjusted Li Luo's position, then kissed him.

In the dim room, Li Luo and Yan Zhusheng's breathing grew rapid.

But because Ying Chanxi was sleeping, they couldn't move too wildly.

As a result, they lingered for a long time—until Xu Youyu next door had finished writing, bathed, and stepped out of her room.

She quietly left the Tian Tai on the Ying family's side, slipped to the rooftop of Li Luo's building, descended the stairwell, and soon reached the third floor.

She listened quietly at the third-floor stair landing, confirmed no elders were nearby, then crept like a thief to Li Luo's bedroom door and carefully pushed it open.

As luck would have it, she woke Ying Chanxi, who had just fallen asleep.

She blinked sleepily, glanced at Xu Youyu at the door, noticed Xu Youyu hadn't entered but was staring toward the floor mat, then rolled over and looked down.

"What are you two doing?" Ying Chanxi narrowed her eyes, scanning the two entwined on the floor mat, then kicked Yan Zhusheng's butt with her foot and asked suspiciously.

"Kissing." Yan Zhusheng didn't flinch; as she turned her head, she deliberately wiggled her little butt again. "Want to watch, sister?"

"No way." Ying Chanxi huffed, didn't think twice, and pulled her head back under the covers.

Meanwhile, Li Luo, pinned beneath Yan Zhusheng, exhaled slightly—then instantly tightened, afraid to breathe loudly and disturb Ying Chanxi.

After another ten minutes, Yan Zhusheng finally climbed out from under the covers, tiptoed out of the room, and went to the opposite bathroom.

Li Luo carefully sat up, glanced at Ying Chanxi, still asleep on the bed, and sighed in relief.

But just as he was about to leave the room, Xu Youyu, lying near the wall, winked at him in the moonlight: "Wasn't that thrilling? You two almost got caught by Xixi."

Li Luo: "Cough… cough… Xu Youyu, you weren't asleep?"

"Hmph~" Xu Youyu gave a light huff. "Only Xixi's easy to fool. Do you think I didn't notice?"

"Today it's Zhusheng. Tomorrow it'll be my turn. Don't go to the bathroom and then can't hold it."

"Can't you leave me some?"

Li Luo: "..."

"Mmm…" At that moment, Ying Chanxi woke up again.

Li Luo quickly crouched down, keeping his legs hidden from her view—only his upper body visible on the bed.

"What are you talking about, senior? Leave you what?"

"Nothing." Xu Youyu chuckled. "Ask Li Luo."

"Huh?" Ying Chanxi turned her innocent, wide eyes toward Li Luo. "What?"

"She wants me to save her some warm soy milk for breakfast tomorrow." Li Luo made up a lie on the spot. "Go back to sleep. I'm going to the toilet."

"Oh." Ying Chanxi was extremely sleepy, half-dazed, didn't think much, and after Li Luo gently patted her head, closed her eyes and fell asleep again.

Seizing the chance, Li Luo slipped quickly to the opposite bathroom, cleaned up, then returned to the floor mat and embraced the girl's soft body, finally falling asleep.