Chapter 20 Bedside. Su Jin's two hands were held together in front of her...

Su Jinmu felt feverish all over, her breathing became rapid and irregular. She tried to pull her hand back, but Li Xin held it tightly, hiding the dark depths in his eyes and keeping his gaze lowered.

"Just consider it punishment for making the young master angry, okay?"

Su Jinmu: "..."

Su Jinmu: "…………"

You call this being punished? You call this taking advantage of others!

Li Xin knelt on the carpet by the bed, doing his best to "take the punishment."

As Su Jinmu recovered, the urge gradually subsided, her body temperature dropped, she rested her arm over her eyes, and slowly reorganized her mind after clearing her head, breathing evenly.

But Li Xin, lying on the carpet by the bed, was the complete opposite. The veins on his arm were bulging as he pulled it back, his lips were even redder, and he stared straight at Su Jinmu, his voice a little hoarse.

"Young master, I'm still useful, aren't I?"

Su Jinmu reacted a little slowly, and after a while she glanced at him, "I'm not picky, it'll be just as effective with anyone."

Anyone can alleviate his addiction, unlike Li Xin's anorexia.

Li Xin's eyes darkened. Su Jinmu glanced at him and said calmly, "Go to the bathroom and take a cold shower. After you're done, go back to your own room."

In the darkness, Li Xin didn't say anything, only gave a low, muffled "hmm," concealing his dark eyes, and obediently went to the bathroom to turn on the cold water.

Su Jinmu: "..."

Su Jinmu stared at his back for a while.

To be honest.

Li Xin was indeed attractive to him.

However... he couldn't tell if someone was sincere or not; he just wanted to indulge himself and didn't want to get entangled in anything more.

Li Xin clearly sensed that Su Jinmu had become a little cold towards him.

Although he seemed the same as before, Su Jinmu had always been quite interested in attracting the other party's attention in the past.

Although he's not ignoring her now, the feeling of indifference is all too clear.

During a break between classes, Su Jinmu went back to her bedroom, picked up the comic book that Tuofeng Yixing had just bought, and lazily flipped through it.

The art style is great, featuring a bunch of big-chested, muscular men, full of energy.

Su Jinmu had only been flipping through the pages casually, but as she looked at them, she found them quite interesting and continued reading, page by page.

Li Xin brought medicine to apply to the whip marks on Su Jinmu's hands. Su Jinmu was watching intently, used to Li Xin coming and going freely before, and didn't even look up when he heard the door open.

Only when the tall shadows around me pressed down and blocked the light did I look up from the comic book.

Li Xin knelt down on one knee beside him, placed the tray containing the medicine aside, glanced casually at the manga about big pectoral muscles, and said in a low, slow voice, "Young Master likes this kind? I can train like that too."

Su Jinmu: "..."

Su Jinmu looked him up and down and shook her head. "Comics often exaggerate proportions for visual appeal, which doesn't look good in real life. You're fine the way you are now."

Li Xin smiled and grasped the fair wrist, slowly pulling it away from the comic book. "Then I'll apply the medicine to the young master."

Su Jinmu had almost gotten used to the whip marks on her wrist, and pulled her wrist back.

Li Xin's palm was empty. He lowered his eyes and just pursed his lips when he saw the hand reach back. The palm was flat, and the purplish-red wounds stretched across his delicate palm, looking ferocious and terrifying.

Li Xin raised his hand to take the medicine.

"I can apply the medicine myself."

Su Jinmu dodged again, glanced casually at Li Xin, and held out her hand, "The key."

Li Xin paused, raised his eyes to look over, his movements slow, seemingly with a silent melancholy. He glanced at him again and said softly, "Young Master."

Su Jinmu rested her chin on her hand, her gaze lingering on his face and body for a few moments, but remained unmoved. "Knock on the door and I'll let you in. Give me back the key, and you can have the previous pillow."

When I lost my appetite, I hugged a pillow and drank glucose.

Li Xin's eyes darkened, and he lowered his gaze, handing the key back.

A few days later, Su's parents arranged for Su Jinmu to have dinner with someone alone. This was different from a group gathering; it was basically a family meeting to get to know each other and explore the possibility of marriage.

Su Jinmu was reluctant to go before, but now that he's certain he's going to die, there's no harm in going.

Across from him was a rather tall boy who kept staring at him, but his manners and speech were quite restrained. Su Jinmu finished the meal amicably.

After dinner, the other party invited him to see a movie, which he did, and then they exchanged contact information.

In the pitch-black movie theater, a chilling gaze was fixed intently on them.

A few days later, Su Jinmu squeezed out some time from her classes again, went out to find Feng Yixing, took his comics, and went to the same acting play club as before to find a similar big-chested, muscular man.

While drinking, you can watch a big-chested man perform a fancy sword dance in an empty private room (these are prop guns and swords used in the performance, don't misunderstand).

His robust physique was powerful and vigorous, his dance was fierce and powerful, his muscles were taut, beads of sweat rolled down his neck and into his collar, and his skin gradually became hot.

Feng Yixing chuckled, "I recommended big boobs to you before, but you probably forgot about it after you saw it."

Su Jinmu rested her chin on her hand, looking languidly with a slight smile on her lips, and said indifferently, "It's alright."

In the corner, Li Xin's face was terrifyingly grim, with a hint of malevolence spreading through him. He stared intently at the muscular man, then glanced at Su Jinmu beside him, and gave a slight smirk.

...Su Jinmu is distancing herself from him.

Li Xin's long eyelashes were half-closed, and his eyes were filled with a dark, gloomy aura, heavy and cold.

Su Jinmu is usually very busy with classes. After moving out of the bedroom, she is not seen at night. During the little free time she can squeeze out in the early morning and evening, Su Jinmu either reads comics or watches live-action movies with Feng Yixing.

He hasn't seen the other person alone for three days.

Pretending to be pitiful and wronged doesn't work.

Li Xin clenched his fists, a slight smile curving his lips, but the darkness in his eyes was as thick as ink, chillingly cold.

.

That evening, Su Jinmu returned home and was just passing by the first floor, preparing to go upstairs, when she suddenly heard two people whispering in a corner.

"I knew Li Xin wouldn't be liked by the young master."

“We asked him to pull weeds outside in the rain before, and the young master didn’t say anything. How could he change his attitude just because we rode horses together?”

"That's right. I heard that he slept on the floor in the second young master's room and was kicked out. He must have done something to upset the second young master again."

"If we make things difficult for Li Xin now, will the young master continue to give us bonuses?"

"Probably, hehe."

Su Jinmu: "..."

Su Jinmu: "???"

The two men didn't see him. After muttering to themselves, they left. A short while later, a heavy thud suddenly came from not far away.

He turned his head and saw that at the end of the room, the door was half open, smoke was coming out, and water had overflowed on the ground.

It was Li Xin's room.

Su Jinmu was surprised and stepped over.

In a secluded corner, the already broken door was even worse, leaning halfway down. Inside, there was cold water from melted ice everywhere, and there was still a lot of ice that hadn't completely melted on the bed and bedding.

In the cramped room, Li Xin stood in the middle, facing the table with a blank expression.

The old table, which should have been replaced long ago, was rotten inside, soaked by water, and collapsed with a loud crash, emitting dust from the wear and decay of the wood.

Hearing the noise, Li Xin turned around and saw Su Jinmu. He paused for a moment, his refined and upright face showing little expression, his eyes slightly lowered, as if he had already gotten used to it.

"Young master, watch your step, the water is slippery."

"What are you doing...?"

Su Jinmu looked around and then at Li Xin.

Li Xin said in a low voice, "The other servants in the Su family have never liked me. I will compensate for the furniture in the room, young master, don't overthink it."

Su Jinmu: "..." Good tea.

Su Jinmu's temple twitched.

However, it is true that the servant dislikes Li Xin; before he awakened, he did give a lot of bonuses to those who caused trouble for Li Xin.

He wasn't sure if today's events were orchestrated by Li Xin himself, or if they were truly caused by him.

Inside the room, the boy had already turned around and was packing his things, but the bedding was soaked. Su Jinmu rubbed her forehead and asked, "How are you going to sleep tonight?"

Li Xinfei quickly glanced at him, his eyes dark and seemingly retreating to advance, but his purpose was clear. His voice was low and slow, "Can I stay on the third floor for the night? I'll sleep by the door."

Su Jinmu: "..."

It's unclear who poured the ice, but it's certain that Li Xin had ulterior motives.

Su Jinmu looked at him intently for a while, nodded, and turned to go upstairs.

Li Xin acted quickly, tidied up the room, opened the windows for ventilation, and went upstairs with a thin blanket. He didn't knock on the door, nor did he make a soft thud with his elbow like last time.

It was very quiet.

...Is he really that honest?

Su Jinmu found it strange. He hesitated for a moment before going to bed, but still got up and opened the door to take a look.

Outside, a tall, slender boy lay on a thin blanket—not the thin quilt from before, which was already soaked with sweat.

The blanket wasn't big; it was folded in half, so you could lie on one half and cover yourself with the other. There was no pillow yet.

If he changed into some dirty clothes and covered his face, Li Xin could beg for food right at his doorstep.

"..." Su Jinmu laughed at him, and kicked his leg, "Where's the bedding I gave you?"

Li Xinping lay flat, the places that had been touched felt numb and itchy, and a little hot. He looked at him with slightly dark eyes, "This was given by the young master. I didn't want to lay it directly on the floor, and this blanket isn't enough to cushion it."

Su Jinmu: "..."

Su Jinmu raised the corners of her mouth, meeting his gaze with a half-smile, wanting to see if this was genuine pity or a ploy.

The boy stared straight at him with his dark eyes, revealing nothing.

"..."

Su Jinmu pursed her lips, glanced at him indifferently, said nothing, and simply lay back down in bed with the door open.

Li Xin's eyes flickered slightly, and he curved his lips into a slight smile. He quickly seized the opportunity and stood up, holding the thin blanket.

Su Jinmu thought he had done his tricks, but unexpectedly the other party stopped at the door again, knocked on the open door, and spoke in a low, slow voice.

"Young Master, I'm knocking. May I come in?"

Su Jinmu: "...Go in."

Li Xin stepped inside and, as usual, spread a thin blanket on the carpet beside the bed. His movements were practiced and he made no noise whatsoever.

Su Jinmu closed his eyes to sleep, but for some reason, he couldn't sleep after Li Xin moved out, and he still couldn't sleep after Li Xin came back in. He tossed and turned in bed a few times.

Perhaps I'm not used to it yet.

After turning over once more, Su Jinmu was about to pull the blanket when her hand was suddenly grabbed.

The long, slender fingers with distinct knuckles gently grasped his hand, without applying any force, just loosely holding it, while the other hand slowly massaged the acupoints on his palm that aided sleep.

Su Jinmu opened her eyes and met the blurry shadow in the darkness. She paused for a moment, then said, "...You don't need to do these things. Just do your job in the garden greenhouse."

Li Xin's eyes were dark and obscure, his expression hidden in the darkness. His tone was slow and deliberate. "It's nothing for me to rub the young master's face after I've angered him."

"...No need."

Su Jinmu pulled her hand back quickly and decisively, without any hesitation.

However, the loose restraint on his wrist suddenly tightened, gripping his wrist bone.

Li Xin's eyes were deep, carrying a hint of malice, chillingly cold. He curled his lips into a smile, "Young Master, if you won't let me massage you, who do you want to massage you?"

That big boobs?

Or was it the earlier number two?

Su Jinmu frowned, her hands still held captive, and her voice turned a little cold, "Li Xin."

His eyesight was poor at night, so he couldn't see the manic dark color on the boy's face. He only felt a tingling, itchy sensation on the back of his hand.

Li Xin's voice remained low and pitiful as he rubbed his wrist, his voice tight and unyielding. "Young Master, you should at least let me know what I did wrong."

Su Jinmu: "..."

Su Jinmu sighed softly, took a deep breath, grabbed Li Xin's chin and pulled him close, "You didn't do anything wrong."

You're just hiding a secret, something that's unclear whether it's driven by genuine feelings or a desire to exploit.

He calmly said, "If you can accept being just a bed partner, not following me, and not coming looking for me if we break up someday, then you don't have to sleep on the floor; you can just come up here to sleep."

Su Jinmu touched his handsome face, recalling the figure that had followed her, and pouted, "So, do you accept it?"

He said, "Besides that, I can give you whatever you want."

Sweat and blood are both acceptable.

We only talk about desire, regardless of whether it's real or fake.

As Li Xin listened to his words, she felt something was off. She tilted her head slightly, revealing a wild and cold expression. Her expression twisted, and her gaze fell down, looking both incongruous and eerie.

A complete breakup?

Don't go looking for it?

Why am I saying this?

Su Jinmu sighed softly and let go of his hand. "Go back to sleep."

Li Xin suddenly grabbed his hand, his expression unreadable, but a strange thought inexplicably arose within him.

Something's not right.

Something's getting increasingly wrong.

"I'll do it."

He spoke slowly and deliberately.

Su Jinmu: "???"

ah?

Without hesitation, Li Xin finished speaking, lifted a corner of the blanket, and lay down without the slightest hesitation.

Su Jinmu was lying near the edge of the bed when he was suddenly pushed in, and a hand pressed down on his lower back, wrapping him tightly in a tight embrace.

Su Jinmu was a little stunned. Before she could come to her senses, she was tightly gripped, with both of her hands held in front of her and her back pressed down. She couldn't move forward or backward and had nowhere to break free.

Li Xin lowered her head and rubbed his hand against his, hiding the madness and inquiry in her eyes, and said again, with a muffled sense of grievance, "I'll do it."

Su Jinmu: "..."

Is it genuine or feigned action? Or is it just paying lip service while secretly going against the grain?