Chapter 89 Letting Go: Young Master... what's wrong? Can't you tell me?

Aunt Song is looking for him?!

Su Jinmu's heart skipped a beat.

Has Aunt Song already discovered that Li Xin has come? Or is there something else going on?

Su Han didn't hear a response from the bedroom, so she knocked on the door again, "Mu Mu?"

Su Jinmu's head was buzzing. She looked around and met the tall Li Xin next to her. She grabbed his wrist and shoved him into the closet.

Su Jinmu looked serious, her little face tense. "Climbing out the window is not a good idea. You should hide here first. Don't come out unless I tell you to."

After saying that, he squeezed Li Xin inside, closed the cabinet door tightly, and walked to the bedroom door, opening it.

"Mother."

"Why isn't Mumu responding to me inside? Is she already asleep?" Su Han asked gently. "Did Mommy wake you up?"

Su Jinmu shook her head, "No, I didn't hear it. Has Aunt Song arrived?"

"Okay." Su Han led Su Jinmu to the living room.

The bedroom door was gently closed, and the room fell silent. Only when you held your breath could you hear the faint sounds from outside.

Scattered voices drifted over, muffled and faint as they were blocked by the cabinet.

Li Xin was surprised that Su Jinmu, who looked so small, was actually quite strong, and was pushed in without warning.

Listening intently to the conversation outside, the little dumpling's tone was soft and her voice was gentle, which was very cute.

Li Xin felt a sudden itch in his heart and took a few deep breaths.

Outside, Song Xunyou brought a lot of things that Su Jinmu liked, including food, drinks, and toys. When she saw Su Jinmu, she squatted down and pinched his cheek with a smile.

"How is Mumu's mood tonight?"

Although Mu Mu is a month older than Li Xin, he always looks younger than Li Xin, so everyone is always worried about him.

Song Xunyou was worried that Mumu would be unhappy about being separated from her friends, so she came to check on her again.

Song Xunyou rubbed his little face, "Little brother Li Xin has already turned off the lights and gone to sleep, preparing to recharge for meeting and playing with Mu Mu tomorrow. Mu Mu should also be happy and sleep well."

Su Jinmu: "???"

Is Li Xin asleep?

Is the person in his closet now a sleepwalking Li Xin?

...He must have pretended to be asleep to fool Aunt Song and sneaked over here.

However, it was probably not discovered.

Su Jinmu secretly breathed a sigh of relief and nodded obediently.

Seeing that he was alright, not crying or upset, and seemed a little sleepy, Song Xunyou chatted with him briefly before leaving.

Su Jinmu didn't want to rush back, so she deliberately lingered around the house for a while, drank some water, and then returned to her bedroom.

He didn't seem particularly eager, nor did he arouse the suspicion of the adults.

Once inside the bedroom, I locked the door with a click.

Li Xin could hear their conversation and knew everything was alright, so he could have come out now, but he didn't.

The closet was full of Xiao Tuanzi's clothes. There used to be some of his clothes in there, but after cleaning and taking them away today, only Su Jinmu's clothes remained.

The sweet fragrance in the wardrobe became more pronounced and richer.

A faint sweetness wafted into my nose.

It seemed that a short-sleeved shirt belonging to Su Jinmu was hanging nearby, the hem of which drooped down and softly brushed against his cheek.

The sweetness is even stronger.

Li Xin's breathing became heavy, and he stayed quietly in the pile of clothes.

Su Jinmu: "???"

Why isn't it out yet?

Su Jinmu stepped forward, opened the wardrobe, which was pitch black inside. The moment it was opened, a dark figure tilted and leaned out.

He landed right on top of Su Jinmu, giving her a tight hug.

The sound was very soft and muffled.

"I miss you so much," Li Xin said.

Su Jinmu was held in Li Xin's arms, like a soft, fluffy little dough ball, and she rubbed her cheek against Li Xin's.

Are you going home tonight?

"I won't go back." Li Xin pursed her lips. "I'll go back before breakfast in the morning and sleep with you tonight."

Otherwise, he would become just an ordinary classmate in the neighborhood, gradually fading into obscurity in Xiao Tuanzi's heart.

He doesn't want that.

He wanted his little dumpling to always remember him and think of him forever.

Su Jinmu didn't want Li Xin to leave either, so without thinking too much, she nodded.

The two children sneaked into the room, and after washing up, they skillfully slept together, head to head and shoulder to shoulder.

Like an inseparable whole.

The two of them played together during the day and secretly slept in the same room at night, quietly climbing through the window for nine years.

Su Jinmu turned sixteen.

As teenagers grow taller and their bones develop, their weight increases significantly.

That day, as usual, Su Jinmu watched Li Xin climb out the window, keeping an eye on whether anyone was outside, and carefully observing Li Xin's movements.

Having done this for nine years, she knew the route by heart and had never run into trouble, so Su Jinmu was actually quite at ease. But in the blink of an eye—

Li Xin's pale fingers touched the windowsill, and he was about to climb up when, for some reason, he suddenly lost his strength!

My fingers slipped off the windowsill, and in the blink of an eye, I slid down a bit!

"!!"

"Li Xin!"

Su Jinmu's nerves jolted, and she quickly reached out to grab him, pulling him up safely before finally letting out a sigh of relief.

Su Jinmu hurriedly closed the window, her slender waist stretching out with the movement, supple and delicate, so small it could be grasped in one hand.

Li Xin's gaze unconsciously lingered on Su Jinmu, but he forced himself to look away before Su Jinmu turned around.

So detailed.

The small section of her wrist, exposed by the rising sleeve, was as white as jade, and looked very suitable for being held.

Li Xin's eyes darkened slightly.

"How can you still walk unsteadily?" Su Jinmu grabbed his arm to check, asking, "Are you scratched or bruised?"

Li Xin smiled slightly, "No, young master is strong, he caught me in no time."

Su Jinmu raised her lips, "Of course, weeding and turning the soil takes a lot of effort, but did you not eat? You looked exhausted just now."

Li Xin lowered his gaze, concealing a hint of unease, and said, "I've already eaten."

However, there was only a little bit.

Since moving away from the Xu family nine years ago, his anorexia has not improved, and he can only force himself to eat a little bit.

He used to be lighter, and not eating didn't affect his ability to climb out of the window. But recently his bones have become heavier, and he's been eating less, so he hasn't been able to adjust and has accidentally slipped.

Li Xin pursed his lips, a dark glint flashing across his eyes.

Su Jinmu gave him a few strange looks.

Ever since Li Xin moved back in, the longer time has passed, the paler he becomes, as pale as a statue, or like a sinister ghost, devoid of any vitality, except for his lips, which are a strange, scarlet red.

He rarely ate or drank water at school, but even a tiny bit of water on his lips would turn them a striking crimson.

Su Jinmu looked at him and vaguely sensed that Li Xin was hiding something from her.

Su Jinmu pursed her lips, casually took a bag of snacks from the shelf in the room, tore it open and took a bite, while handing Li Xin a new bag.

These are snack fries, and there are quite a few in one bag. Li Xin didn't take the new bag, but instead stared at the bag that Su Jinmu was eating.

She looked up and gently moved closer to Su Jinmu.

Su Jinmu: "..."

So clingy.

However, she had already gotten used to it, and Su Jinmu casually handed him the fries she had just opened and taken a few bites of.

"Eat."

He's in the prime of his growth period. He doesn't usually eat snacks in his room, but lately he gets hungry from time to time and eats more frequently.

Li Xin's lips curled up slightly as he nuzzled his head against Su Jinmu's shoulder, his voice low and gentle, "Young Master is so good to me."

Li Xin reached out and touched Su Jinmu's fair fingers, their fingertips brushing and intertwining inside the small French fry bag.

The delicate warmth traveled to his fingertips, and Li Xin's heart gradually warmed up, as if he had been infected by the touch of those warm fingertips.

I slowly nibbled on the fries.

Su Jinmu watched Li Xin eat, and found that he ate a little faster than when he ate alone at school. Su Jinmu was a little puzzled and glanced at him a few more times.

But not long after, Su Jinmu quickly discovered that Li Xin's eating speed was not a random phenomenon.

Li Xin always ate faster in his bedroom than at school.

To be precise, when I'm sitting next to him, I eat at a normal pace, but when I'm alone, it's very difficult to swallow.

The movement of the Adam's apple highlights the tension in the throat muscles.

He seemed unable to eat, only torturing himself by forcing himself to swallow.

Su Jinmu: "???"

What's going on here?

After observing for a while and checking some information, Su Jinmu quickly deduced the exact reason—

Anorexia.

A psychological problem stemming from the fire that occurred eleven years ago.

Li Xin had never told anyone this, but... it all started eleven years ago when they first met at the amusement park.

Li Xin then showed him an unusual level of intimacy.

They were always very close, always pressed together, and always rubbing against his neck.

This is something he learned from their eleven years of interaction: Li Xin would never do this to someone he has just met, someone he doesn't know well, or someone he's not interested in.

None of them are possible.

But Li Xin made an exception for him and did this.

In the bedroom.

Su Jinmu looked at Li Xin, who was standing close to her, and her clear eyes held a gaze that was different from usual.

He paused for a moment, then broke the sandwich he had taken from the kitchen in half.

"I'm always hungry now, even at night, and my bones hurt. I guess you are too."

"Eat something more," Su Jinmu said, handing him some food.

Li Xin accepted it, a slight smile on his face. "Okay, thank you, young master."

Su Jinmu watched as he took it and bit into it.

Looking at his throat, I thought to myself—anorexia.

Then I thought about myself and moved a little closer—to alleviate my anorexia.

Su Jinmu pursed her lips, her beautiful eyes glancing at her.

...Eat more.

To avoid falling out of the window due to exhaustion.

Morning.

Su Jinmu was still asleep, but Li Xin had already opened his eyes and checked the time.

It's still early.

Li Xin smiled slightly, gazing at the young master who was still fast asleep beside him.

Su Jinmu was fast asleep, lying flat on her back without any guard. She drowsily turned over and was facing Li Xin.

The young master's baby fat had faded, revealing a delicate appearance. His long eyelashes drooped, obscuring his beautiful, sparkling eyes, and his soft lips were naturally closed.

Li Xin gazed at him intently, then couldn't help but raise his hand and gently press his cheek with his fingertips.

It's still soft, just like when I was a child.

His fingertips moved down, slowly, close to the tip of his nose and the corner of his lips, his breath falling on his fingers, gentle and damp.

Li Xin felt a warmth in his heart as well.

This is their eleventh year together.

There will be many more eleven-year periods to come.

Li Xin didn't know why, but whenever he thought about the past ten years or so when they were almost inseparable, and then thought about how long they would be inseparable again in the future, he felt a surge of emotion.

Even after graduating from high school and going to college, they can openly live together again and stay close to each other.

Whenever Li Xin thought about it, he felt a surge of emotion welling up in his heart, a warm current flowing through his entire body.

He didn't know why, but the thought made him happy.

Li Xin's breathing became heavier, and a hint of excitement surged in his dark pupils.

The pressure from the fingertips unconsciously increased.

"...Hmm."

Su Jinmu stirred in her sleep, her fingertips moving from her cheek to her lips.

Li Xinzheng unconsciously pressed down, and his moist, rosy lips were easily pressed into a soft little indentation by his fingertips, and he even unconsciously rubbed them a couple of times.

Su Jinmu was half-opening her eyes, drowsy and lazy, her long eyelashes fluttering.

"...Li Xin?"

"Hmm." Li Xin withdrew his hand and pulled the person next to him closer into his arms. "Did I wake you up?"

“…Mmm.” Su Jinmu responded vaguely, her voice very soft, like a feather brushing against her ear.

Li Xin's breathing became more rapid, his blood was surging, and he was filled with excitement. He pulled the other man into his arms, rubbed his cheek against him, and gently patted his back.

"Go to sleep, it's still early, you can sleep a little longer."

Su Jinmu was used to being held while sleeping. Li Xin had been clingy since childhood, and after so many years he had gotten used to it. He closed his eyes again and drifted off to sleep again.

Li Xin's body was very cold, and when it was pressed against his skin, it would often give him a sudden, chilly jolt while he was fast asleep.

But Su Jinmu felt hot at this moment.

It wasn't just hot, but also indescribably uncomfortable.

...Feeling unwell?!

"!!"

Su Jinmu suddenly opened her eyes, a clear restlessness welling up inside her, burning and tensing in her waist and abdomen.

In an instant, Su Jinmu realized that she was still in Li Xin's arms, her waist bound by his arms, her body almost pressed against his. Su Jinmu's scalp tingled, her nerves tightened, and she instinctively pulled away and kicked him hard.

"Hmm!"

Caught off guard, Li Xin was kicked to the ground without warning.

He sat up blankly. "Young Master? Did you have a nightmare?"

Su Jinmu: "..."

Su Jinmu's body was still burning up, and it was hard to suppress it so early in the morning. She unconsciously rolled the quilt around her waist and pursed her lips.

"No, it seems like it's almost time. You should go back and have breakfast."

"??"

Li Xin's eyes darkened slightly, and his voice was very soft, "It's not time yet, young master... what's wrong?"

Su Jinmu: "..."

"Young Master."

Li Xin sat on the carpet, his arm inadvertently reaching under the covers. Suddenly, he grabbed Su Jinmu's ankle tightly, his possessiveness surging, "Can't you tell me?"

Su Jinmu's fingertips trembled, her eyelashes fluttered, her earlobes felt hot, and she stretched out her long, straight legs restlessly, kicking, "Let go."

You're meddling too much. Why are you asking so many questions?

Li Xin grabbed his other ankle and pulled him forcefully towards himself.

"Hmm..."

Su Jinmu hurriedly pulled the blanket around her waist, her ears burning red with tension, as Li Xin almost pulled her off the bed.