Chapter 25 Did he touch me or not? Li Xin: "I want the young master to touch me."...

After Su Jinmu returned to the Su family, everything was as usual, as if nothing had happened and she didn't care about anything.

There was no further mention of the muscular man.

There was no obvious emotional reaction.

But as Li Xin held his wrist, his heart sank even deeper, and that subtle, indescribable emptiness surged up again, causing his fingertips to tighten slightly.

He would rather the young master be angry with him than enjoy this bland tranquility.

It was as if they didn't care at all, not caring about the muscular man, nor about Li Xin.

People will argue with those close to them, discussing cause and effect, logic, right and wrong, but they won't have many conversations with strangers on the street.

So whatever happens is irrelevant.

Because he doesn't care.

A strange emptiness welled up in Li Xin's heart. He tightened his grip on Su Jinmu's wrist, gently rubbing it, his eyes fixed on her intently.

There was a temple fair in the suburbs over the weekend. Feng Yixing wasn't interested in such a pure event and didn't want to go. Su Jinmu asked Jiang Jing and Qiao Tingrui, and the three of them went to see it together.

It just so happened that Li Xin wasn't there that day; he had gone to his high school. Su Jinmu was still annoyed by Li Xin's overly controlling attitude towards the muscular man and didn't really want to talk to him.

It's good that he's not here. I didn't call him either, lest someone cling to him like they're never leaving his side.

The temple fair wasn't very famous, and it wasn't crowded, but the scenery was nice. The suburban trees were all centuries old, with thick trunks and lush foliage.

Jiang Jing was shocked. "I've never been here before in my life. This is so primitive, and the trees are huge."

Qiao Tingrui snorted, "You'll have to rely on me here; I know this place well."

Su Jinmu turned to look at him. "Do you come here often?"

"right!"

Su Jinmu smiled and looked around.

Some vendors set up stalls under the trees, while others wandered around with their nimble little carts. Qiao Tingrui looked around, grinned, and said, "The temple fair is held once a month, and I often come here to set up a stall."

Su Jinmu suddenly realized that Qiao Tingrui seemed to come from a poor family, and hesitated for a moment.

He was supposed to be called Jiang Jing today, but he called her Qiao Tingrui instead, which may have disrupted her plans.

"Oh, did we hold you up today?" Jiang Jing wanted to go with him, but he was too straightforward and asked directly.

Su Jinmu: "..."

Don't you even consider how your classmates feel?

Qiao Tingrui has a good personality and waved his hand, "I don't come every month, but it's nice to come here occasionally."

"No way!" Jiang Jing scratched his ear. "What did you used to sell at your stall? How about we sell it now!"

Jiang Jing looked at Su Jinmu and nodded, showing considerable interest.

Qiao Tingrui's lips twitched. "We sell small pendants, bracelets and the like, but we didn't get any stock today, so we can't sell them."

Su Jinmu turned her gaze and saw that there were vendors selling calligraphy brushes, drawing paper, and paints. The quality of these sold at the temple fair was generally not very high, but they were still usable.

He pointed over there, "Or we could sell paintings. Jiang Jing can paint and sell them right away."

Qiao Tingrui exclaimed "Ah!" and Jiang Jing's eyes lit up. He clapped his hands and said, "Great idea! Brother Mu's method is the best!"

Jiang Jing rushed off to buy it, and also asked the shopkeeper for a piece of cardboard to use as a drawing board.

In the blink of an eye, the checkout was already underway.

Qiao Tingrui was momentarily distracted and watched as things unfolded this way. She blinked and whispered to Su Jinmu.

He wasn't actually very familiar with Young Master Su, and he hesitated a bit.

"Young Master Su, Jiang Jing is an art student trained by a master. Won't selling his paintings here lower the price a bit?"

He just casually mentioned setting up a stall, and in the blink of an eye, he went from visiting a temple fair to selling paintings.

The weather was fine, and sunlight filtered through the dense foliage, casting circular patches of light. Su Jinmu smiled and casually patted his shoulder.

"Partnering with friends won't depreciate your value; it will only increase it."

Qiao Tingrui was stunned for a moment. After he took the picture, his clear and beautiful eyes looked over casually.

His head suddenly felt like it was going to explode, and then his blood rushed to his head.

"Aaaaaah!!"

Qiao Tingrui let out a strange cry, covered her suddenly burning face, and ran to the side, then ran back again, pretending that she was perfectly normal.

He finally understood why someone like Li Xin, Brother Li, was so persistent in clinging to Young Master Su.

Appearance is secondary.

Most importantly, Su Ershao is a really good person.

It really touches my heart.

Qiao Tingrui patted his face, pretending nothing had happened, clenched his fist, and said with a determined look, "Okay, then I'll definitely sell it well!"

Su Jinmu: "...?"

What were you doing on that lap just now?

After Jiang Jing returned from shopping, he mixed the colors, prepared paper and pens, found a thick tree root to sit on, and stood ready.

Qiao Tingrui nodded to them. Su Jinmu was a little confused, not knowing what he was going to do, but nodded.

The next second, Qiao Tingrui took a deep breath, his chest puffed out, and he raised his arms and shouted—

"Selling! Paintings!!"

"Paintings on the spot! Portraits and landscapes to choose from! Disciples of masters, young geniuses! This is a one-time opportunity! Don't miss it!!"

"For Sale!! Paintings!! "

Su Jinmu: "..."

Jiang Jing: "..."

Su Jinmu was suddenly stunned and stood still. The loud voice made the drawing paper on Jiang Jing's cardboard box shake and flutter.

Jiang Jing: "..."

Su Jinmu: "..."

Jiang Jing scooped up the flying paper, and Su Jinmu smiled, remarking that it was quite amusing.

This seems like what a normal person should be like.

What kind of monster is Li Xin?

A ghost behind you?

When it comes to setting up a stall, as long as you shout louder than others, regardless of what you're selling, as long as your voice is pleasant, not harsh, and doesn't bother people, and you promote your business openly and honestly, people will come to see you.

Besides, people come to the temple fair to see something new and exciting.

Gradually, people gathered around, and a young woman pointed to a thick, ancient tree behind them, saying, "Could you draw that tree? My phone photo doesn't do it justice. Could you also draw a picture of me looking up at it from behind?"

Qiao Tingrui patted his chest and said, "No problem!"

The girl paid the money and made a simple pose under the ancient tree. Jiang Jing gave her an OK sign, indicating that she didn't need to keep looking up.

"Don't you need to keep watching me draw?"

Jiang Jing pursed her lips and laughed, "Don't worry, I'm very professional."

He quickly put pen to paper, and in just a few strokes, the spirit of the brush was already vividly captured on the page.

Su Jinmu watched for a while but didn't go up to paint. On the one hand, he didn't have enough material, and on the other hand, his painting skills were far inferior to Jiang Jing's.

This is, after all, a professional endeavor.

It seems that he has already been admitted to Jingzhou University and is just waiting to enroll.

There were quite a few people, and Qiao Tingrui, being very experienced, kept them entertained and prevented them from getting bored.

Su Jinmu looked around and examined the ground beneath her feet for a while.

The soil here is quite good. Su Jinmu looked around and saw a toy store selling children's toys. They had a small bucket and a plastic shovel, so she bought a set. Then, she went to the spot she had chosen and squatted down to dig. [Note]

I plan to take it back and put it in a flowerpot.

Between greetings, Qiao Tingrui glanced at Jiang Jing and Su Jinmu.

One of them was engrossed in drawing, his brush flying across the paper.

One of them was engrossed in digging in the mud, his shovel raised high.

Dig, dig in the mud?

Qiao Tingrui: "..."

Qiao Tingrui: "…………?"

What's going on? It seems like he's the youngest one.

Qiao Tingrui clicked his tongue and started shouting again.

Su Jinmu filled two toy buckets. He didn't dig in one place, but spread out his plastic shovels to make sure he didn't disturb the surrounding plants.

Just as I finished packing, my phone suddenly rang in my pocket, ringing urgently.

Su Jinmu took out her phone and answered directly, "Hello?"

The sound came from the other end quickly, sounding somewhat muffled.

"Young Master."

Su Jinmu didn't use the P name today. His parents weren't there, but Su Zeya was, so he was suspended from class for a day.

Su Jinmu raised an eyebrow. "Something wrong?"

Li Xin wasn't sure where Su Jinmu was. After the incident with the muscular man at the club, Su Jinmu seemed ordinary, but there was always an elusive and mysterious feeling about her.

Make him feel like he can't grasp it.

It's like there's a layer between us.

Li Xin lowered his eyes; the phone signal couldn't convey his current sinister and slightly obscure demeanor, only a slow, subtle, and seductive tone.

"Isn't the young master coming back yet?"

Su Jinmu: "..."

Su Jinmu wasn't going to fall for that yet, so she just said "Oh" and casually replied, "I've been kidnapped, and I can't go back now."

After hanging up the phone, he continued tidying up his toy bucket.

The painting sales were in full swing, and Su Jinmu went up to Jiang Jing and asked if he wanted to help him out for a while.

Jiang Jing was feeling quite pleased with himself after being praised by the customer. He waved his hand and continued writing, saying, "No need, no need, Brother Mu, you go ahead with your work."

Su Jinmu nodded, "If you get tired, I'll take over."

Su Jinmu squatted back down and fiddled with his bucket, not knowing how much time had passed.

A cool breeze seemed to blow from behind, gently brushing against my neck.

A hand with distinct knuckles gently brushed across his neck, the pale, cold fingertips making a barely perceptible touch, stroking from the side of his neck to his shoulder.

A deep voice whispered in my ear, so close I could hear him.

"...Young Master, who has kidnapped you?"

Su Jinmu: "..."

Su Jinmu wasn't too surprised. She glanced back at him, avoiding his fingertips, and said, "You've come at the right time. Help me carry the bucket."

Li Xin, with his dark eyes, stared at Su Jinmu, picked up the bucket, and with a refined smile, said in a slow, deliberate voice, "Young Master, aren't you going to ask me how I found you here?"

Su Jinmu said casually, "You're so capable, of course you have your own methods."

"..." Li Xin looked at the lively Jiang Jing and Qiao Tingrui not far away.

Su Jinmu glanced in that direction, a half-smile playing on her lips. "What, you want to send these two away too?"

Li Xin lowered his eyes slightly, his voice slow, "...No."

The previous one was already angry.

The boy's eyes darkened, his lips tightened, and he picked up two buckets with one hand while gently wrapping his other arm around Su Jinmu's wrist.

Su Jinmu was trapped in his arms, and that feeling of restraint lingered. She tried to shake him off but couldn't, so she pouted.

At night, as the light dims, even though there are lights, it still affects painting, and fewer people come to paint.

Jiang Jing and Qiao Tingrui packed up their things and divided the bill on the spot. Su Jinmu didn't participate in anything, didn't take a share, and returned to the Su family home.

Li Xin carried the two small buckets into the greenhouse along the way, following closely beside Young Master Su.

As Su Jinmu was climbing the stairs, he paused only briefly before a figure bumped into him from behind. The figure quickly stopped, took a step back, and gazed at him with refined elegance.

Back in her room, Su Jinmu lay in bed facing Li Xin, her wrists encircled.

With his back to Li Xin, he was pulled by the corner of his clothes.

I was lying flat on my back when someone rubbed my shoulder against me.

Su Jinmu: "..."

Su Jinmu: "…………"

Su Jinmu fell asleep amidst her unbearable restlessness.

Perhaps it was because Li Xin, that eccentric and insane bastard, was too perverted, and the psychological constraints were too heavy.

Su Jinmu had a rare dream tonight, falling into a deep dream, as if caught in a net, unable to move.

It was cold in my dream, and there was that frozen lake again.

In the original text, he froze to death and fell to his death, but was pulled out and turned into an ice sculpture on the lake.

Su Jinmu's line of sight was very low. He was tied up and kneeling on the ice. His stomach was empty, and he was suffering from hunger and cold. Because of the hunger, his body could not generate enough heat, and he felt even colder.

But he couldn't move; even his shivering was restricted.

A dignified figure in a coat appeared before me, sitting in a chair, holding a bowl of hot soup, and slowly taking a sip.

"It's so warm. It's a pity that Young Master Su can't move or walk."

Su Jinmu: "..."

Li Xin, you son of a bitch!

Su Jinmu struggled unconsciously, unable to move, and finally woke up from exhaustion.

The moment I opened my eyes, I was met with a pale collarbone. My waist was tightly bound by an arm, making it difficult to move my body. I could feel the slight chill emanating from the other person.

Su Jinmu: "..."

Su Jinmu took a deep breath, realizing that this wouldn't do.

He intended to indulge himself before he died, not to make himself miserable before he died.

Su Jinmu calmed herself down, opened her mouth, and bit the other person's collarbone hard.

Li Xin had been staring at Young Master Su in the darkness for a long time before he fell asleep. Suddenly, he was woken up and met a pair of unpleasant eyes.

Su Jinmu kicked him, "Get down."

.

Su Jinmu found the red string from last time. Even though it had been cut once, it didn't matter; she could just tie a knot and use it as before.

He didn't bother searching online for knotting methods; he simply wrapped the knots around the person's hands, tied them behind their back, and took them into the bathtub, then started running water.

"Hmm..."

Slightly hot water flowed in the bathtub, gradually engulfing the area.

Su Jinmu kicked the inside of his knee, a smile playing on her lips, "Spread your legs and kneel properly."

The water was already above knee-deep and was still surging. Li Xin stared intently at the slight curve of the young master's face, his lips curving into a gentle smile.

"What is this, young master? Are you finally going to punish me because of that muscular man?"

He didn't care about any punishment; on the contrary, his previous indifferent attitude made him feel even more empty.

Su Jinmu gave a casual chuckle, smiled, and slightly raised her long eyelashes to lift Li Xin's chin.

“Wrong, it’s not because of him,” he said. “It’s you.”

Too clingy.

To put it bluntly, he wasn't familiar with the muscular man; he was just uncomfortable with the feeling of being restricted by Li Xin's controlling nature.

Li Xin smiled softly and licked his scarlet lips.

Either way is better than being ignored or disregarded before.

Li Xin stared intently at the person opposite him. Su Jinmu groped behind him, reached into the warm water, and picked up the excess rope tied around the boy's wrists, securing it to the bathtub faucet.

I tugged at it; it was very stable.

"Is this all the punishment you're going to give me?" Li Xin asked slowly, a faint smile playing on her lips. "The bathtub is too shallow; it seems like it can't even drown me."

Su Jinmu: "..."

That's pretty twisted.

Su Jinmu smiled, her eyes sparkling, and curved her fingers to touch his ear. "You're overthinking it."

The bathroom was steaming, with lots of white mist rising up. It was damp and warm, and Li Xin's breathing felt as if it were wet, making it heavy and his vision thick.

Su Jinmu, wearing short pajama bottoms, casually stepped into the bathtub.

The rim of the round vat wasn't low, and as he lifted his leg, his trousers slipped up, causing Li Xin's gaze to suddenly deepen.

Su Jinmu didn't notice and stepped into the water, sitting on the edge of the bathtub.

The water was very hot, and steam rose from it, causing wisps of sweet fragrance to spread and expand.

Li Xin was right in front of Su Jinmu, no more than half a step away, breathing rapidly, sniffing the sweet fragrance nearby, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly.

It smells so good.

Blood seemed to surge through his body. Li Xin chuckled softly, his dark eyes and scarlet lips appearing even more eerie in the misty bathroom.

His body instinctively leaned forward, getting closer to the young master, but the rope behind him suddenly tightened, fixing him in place.

Li Xin licked his lips, raised his dark eyes, and spoke slowly.

"Young master, I'm thirsty."

Su Jinmu raised an eyebrow, her slender fingers, glistening with water droplets, gently brushed across the boy's lips, leaving a trace of moisture that quickly dissipated.

His voice was slow and casual, "Anything else?"

"I feel terrible."

Su Jinmu nodded, her fingertips sliding down his throat and chest, not into the water, just brushing past him.

Li Xin's breathing became heavier and heavier, and the desire in his eyes almost spread outwards.

Su Jinmu asked slowly and deliberately, "Anything else?"

Li Xin looked up, staring straight at him, her lips curving into a smile, unhurried and gentle.

"I want the young master to play with me."

Su Jinmu suddenly laughed, admiring the alluring scene before her. She lifted Li Xin's chin, leaned down and pressed her lips close, their breaths mingling in a wet, intertwined manner.

The sweet aroma is rich and pervasive.

Li Xin's Adam's apple bobbed, and he instinctively raised his face, but Su Jinmu suddenly moved away.

He straightened up, casually scooped up a drop of water with his fingertips, and let it drip down Li Xin's cheek.

"...Ugh..."

Li Xin shivered as if he had been scalded, his vision grew increasingly hot, and his throat became increasingly dry.

I licked my lips; my mouth was dry and parched, with no moisture at all.

Su Jinmu got up to pour a glass of water, stood outside the bathtub, swallowed it sip by sip, laughed, and patted Li Xin's head.

"What a pity, I can't have a drink."

ha.

Holding the cup, Su Jinmu set the bathtub to a constant temperature and leisurely stepped out of the bathroom.

Li Xin: "...?"

Li Xin was taken aback.

What, you're gone?

Shouldn't we punish him?

Looking up, the bathroom door had already been closed from the outside, obscuring the figure of Young Master Su.

But the door wasn't closed tightly, leaving a crack, and in the quiet of the night, you could clearly hear the rustling sound of fabric rubbing against each other on the bed.

The young master lay down on the bed.

The young master is covered with a blanket.

Young master... I've left him here.

Li Xin paused for a moment, then suddenly parted his lips into a wide grin. A drop of water rolled down his lips, which he gently licked away. The sweet fragrance seeped into his mouth, making his throat burn even more. He chuckled softly.

In the middle of the night, suddenly not sleeping and doing these things.

...Yes, did you dream about him?

I dreamt that he... tied up Su Jinmu?

Li Xin raised his lips.

Because he's too clingy?

But he won't change.

The rope behind Li Xin suddenly snapped.