Chapter 17 Covering the Young Master with the Blanket [First Update] Su Jinmu smiled: ...

Does anorexia require specific types of food?

Dislike what you hate, and don't hate what you like?

Su Jinmu frowned slightly. Since Li Xin could eat crayfish, eating crayfish alone was better than having to drink glucose while being choked. Why did he still need to drink it?

Or is there something special that affects whether he has anorexia or not?

Su Jinmu stared at him for a few moments.

That night, Li Xin slept next to Su Jinmu's bed as usual.

Su Jinmu had a regular schedule and went to sleep early. Li Xin lay by the bed, his eyes still clear in the darkness, staring at the silhouette on the bed.

It's been raining lately, and the nights are cool. The windows are all closed, and a faint, sweet fragrance gradually fills the room, spreading and captivating the senses.

Li Xin's breathing became slightly heavy. The pillow under the thin blanket was gripped tightly by cold, white, slender fingers, who pressed their fingertips into the soft pillow.

Unconsciously, he leaned forward, getting a little closer, staring intently with unblinking eyes, and took a deep breath.

The person on the bed had their eyes closed, their beauty as exquisite as piled-up snow-white jade, their rosy lips slightly pursed, moist and captivating.

She turned over in her sleep, her hand casually sticking out of the blanket and dangling over the edge of the bed, just inches away from Li Xin.

The blankets were warm and cozy, and that fair and slender hand still carried the warmth of the blankets, alluringly warm, with a faint pink tinge at the fingertips.

Li Xin's nose twitched slightly, his heart pounded in his chest, his breathing became rapid, and he uncontrollably sat up, leaned forward, and brought his nose close to the hand hanging by the bedside.

Carefully and silently, she gently brushed her cheek against the side.

Soft and warm.

Beneath the sweet aroma, what is aroused is not appetite, but another, deeper desire.

Li Xin exhaled a heavy, scalding breath, his blood rushing to his head.

...He's so hot.

"Hmm..."

The rubbing of her fingertips made Su Jinmu drowsy and curled up slightly. She accidentally brushed against something smooth, startled, and slowly opened her eyes.

Upon hearing Su Jinmu's soft hum, Li Xin's eyes darkened slightly, and he quickly lay back down in bed.

Su Jinmu blinked several times, still sleepy, before she could barely make out the shadows in the darkness.

My hand was placed on the edge of the bed, surrounded by nothing but air. There was nothing I could touch.

Is it just a dream or a hallucination?

Su Jinmu groggily touched her fingers and looked at the floor beside the bed.

Li Xin lay very upright, perhaps because of the injury on his arm, he did not turn to his side, but lay flat.

Breathing is regular, but... a little rapid.

Su Jinmu regained her senses, raised her eyebrows, sat on the edge of the bed, and stepped barefoot onto Li Xin's mattress. Through the blanket, she raised her leg and kicked the boy's side.

"Not asleep?"

He had just woken up in the middle of the night, and his voice was faint and piercing, his kicks weak and soft.

Li Xin opened his eyes, a slight smile playing on his lips, which quickly faded before he spoke in a low, slow voice, "My wound hurts, I can't sleep."

Su Jinmu: "..."

There's nothing I can do even if it hurts him.

Su Jinmu's hair was fluffy and fuzzy from sleeping.

It's raining outside, and the room is chilly after I leave the covers. I wonder if sleeping on the floor at this time will leave any dampness-related aftereffects on my wound.

Su Jinmu glanced at Li Xin's arm, still feeling sleepy, and nudged Li Xin again, "There are thick quilts in the closet, which I use in winter. Go and get them out."

After saying that, he closed his eyes and lay back in bed.

Upon hearing his words, Li Xin couldn't help but smile slightly, and obediently went to fetch the bedding.

Su Jinmu lay facing away from the bed and saw that when Li Xin changed the bedding, he didn't put away his own mattress but instead placed it directly underneath.

The thin blanket on top wasn't put away. He groped around, first laying the mattress in the middle, then covering his original thin blanket with the blanket, and finally removing the thin blanket.

The entire process was inexplicably redundant and complicated.

It looked like there was something hidden under the blanket.

Su Jinmu looked at it a few more times with doubt, but it was too dark to see clearly, so she closed her eyes again.

Li Xin slowly lay down in bed, the thick bedding wrapping him up from head to toe, pressing heavily on his body, the long-lasting sweet fragrance enveloping him completely.

Li Xin buried his chin and nose in the edge of the blanket, lowered his eyes, and felt as if his blood was burning. He propped up one leg.

He moved the pillow closer to his chest and propped the blanket up with his long legs.

Don't get it on the pillows or blankets.

If it gets dirty, you need to wash it; washing it will make the smell less strong.

Li Xin's dark eyes were filled with lust, and he was completely submerged in the blankets, his breathing rising and falling.

Su Jinmu was sleepy when she was sitting, but she woke up when she lay down. She opened her eyes and glanced at the floor below the bed. She vaguely noticed something strange and raised her eyebrows in surprise.

"sieve--"

The blanket was suddenly pulled back, catching Li Xin off guard as he was confronted by the turned-on nightlight. He squinted, his heart skipping a beat.

Su Jinmu stepped onto his mattress, lifted the blanket with one hand, and held a lamp in the other. The light shone on him, clearly revealing the unusual height below. She raised an eyebrow and smiled gently.

"What are you getting excited about in front of my blanket in the middle of the night?"

He glanced at it out of the corner of his eye, "Oh... and my body pillow too."

Su Jinmu suddenly realized why he had felt there were too few pillows on his bed these past few days, while Li Xin's blankets were always bulging.

He glanced at the square pillow in front of Li Xin, which he had just bought not long ago. It had a small tail on the corner that would turn white within 24 hours after being washed, and then slowly turn blue.

Li Xin's pupils dilated slightly in the light, contracting in the darkness, making him look even less like a living person, and he chuckled softly.

The boy sat up earnestly and politely, looked up at the young master Su standing on the mattress, and said honestly, "Sorry, I couldn't help it."

He said hoarsely, "The blanket smells nice."

Su Jinmu: "...???"

His bathwater smelled nice, and so did his blankets. In Li Xin's eyes, was he some kind of spice?

Su Jinmu sat on the edge of the bed, her beautiful, upturned eyes gazing lazily downwards.

When Li Xin was swept by his gaze, he felt a slight tingling sensation down his spine, as if an electric shock had struck. His breathing became heavy, and he was caught off guard, his desire intensifying.

He originally intended for it to cool naturally.

It seems a bit difficult now.

Su Jinmu: "..."

Su Jinmu clicked her tongue, curled the corners of her mouth, and glanced at him a few more times with a half-smile.

Li Xin took a few breaths. "I'm going to the bathroom."

He braced himself on one leg, his long, powerful leg straining as he tried to stand up, but Su Jinmu, with a calm expression, casually stepped on his leg.

Li Xin froze, his movements halting, his eyes filled with a dullness.

"Young Master."

Su Jinmu sat back on the edge of the bed, her gaze lingering on the boy's slender and athletic body. She rested her chin on her hand, a slight smile on her face, her delicate eyes half-open.

"No need to go to the bathroom, I can't sleep, just think of it as helping me fall asleep."