Chapter 22 Su Jinmu's Secret Li Xin rubbed his lips against Su Jinmu's...
Su Jinmu's mind was a jumble of thoughts as she pondered them. Before long, she drifted into a deep sleep, not even eating. She lay curled up in bed with her eyes closed and clothes on.
A faint, sweet fragrance filled the air.
Young Master Su's long eyelashes cast a fine shadow beneath his eyes. His skin was as white as jade, his eyebrows and eyes were beautiful, and his small lip was slightly pursed, making it rosy and alluring.
Li Xin sat on the bed, his lips curving upwards as he stared intently at the other person. His kneading of the other person's calves gradually stopped, and he couldn't help but slowly grasp the other person's ankle.
So detailed.
The skin is very thin; a light squeeze leaves a red mark, and the fingerprint is clearly visible.
Su Jinmu was still dressed and couldn't sleep comfortably. Li Xin's eyes darkened, his breathing quickened slightly, and he gently stepped forward, his rough fingertips touching the buttons on her clothes.
Su Jinmu is a light sleeper, and taking off or changing clothes will definitely wake him up. Li Xin's Adam's apple bobbed, and he lightly and forcefully unbuttoned the collar, revealing the porcelain-white and delicate collarbone below.
The sweet fragrance is even stronger in the warm bed.
Li Xin's breathing quickened, his chest heaving, but his hands remained steady as he slowly and gently unbuttoned his shirt without waking him.
"...Hmm."
The feeling of being restrained on Su Jinmu lessened considerably, and she felt much lighter in her sleep. She turned over, buried her nose in her loose collar, and rubbed against it in her sleep.
During the day, P had carefully and closely rubbed against the collar of that garment.
Before going to P's place, Su Jinmu took the bodyguard's phone but didn't call him.
He checked and found no dialing records, so he didn't know if it was a missed call or if it was dialed to someone else and then deleted.
Li Xin's eyes darkened slightly, and a subtle sense of unease welled up in his heart again. He leaned down and touched the collar of the garment, rubbing against it as if his breath was covering it.
He moved closer to Su Jinmu's neck, near the throbbing, sweetly warm skin, and gently licked it.
It smells so good.
Young master, it smells so good, it feels so warm.
A strange excitement and gloom surged in Li Xin's eyes, desire surged, his heart pounded faster, he reached out and firmly gripped the other's wrist, then licked the nape of his neck.
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Morning.
Su Jinmu wasn't fully awake yet. In her drowsy state, she felt a bit cramped in the bed, probably because of the too many pillows piled up and fighting each other.
He groggily raised his hand to push, but he couldn't budge it. Instead, he felt a cool, smooth sensation.
It feels like silk with a wonderful texture, yet it is also supple and elastic.
...But he didn't have a silk pillow. That kind of pillow is easy to get cold and not warm. Su Jinmu closed her eyes and, half asleep, pushed and touched it in confusion.
The pillow didn't move at all, making him uncomfortable, so he couldn't help but kick it with his knee.
"...Ugh..."
A low, muffled groan sounded from very close by, its texture slightly rustling as it brushed against my ear.
Then the pillow suddenly heated up, changing from a cool touch to being somewhat hot to the touch.
Su Jinmu: "???"
...Does a cushion get warm?
Su Jinmu woke up in a daze, and when she opened her eyes, she saw a thin nightgown that was both strange and familiar.
His clothes were lifted up, and his hand was clearly inside.
Li Xin's breathing became heavier, and he curved his lips into a smile, his dark eyes staring directly at Su Jinmu, his voice low.
"Good morning, young master."
He chuckled softly, his pale skin contrasting sharply with his dark eyes, which stared intently at him. His crimson lips curved into a beautiful smile. "Young Master touched me."
Su Jinmu: "..."
Su Jinmu: "??!"
Touch, touch...
His head buzzed, and he coughed lightly.
When Su Jinmu woke up yesterday, Li Xin was no longer in bed. Today is the first time they've slept together at night and woke up together in the morning.
It's a feeling I can't quite describe.
But it's not bad.
Su Jinmu's palms felt inexplicably hot. She glanced down and clicked her tongue softly, once again feeling the absurdity of being the protagonist.
The capital is good, but the poor skills are a major flaw.
He tried to pull his hand back, but a hand with distinct knuckles pressed down on him through the hem of his clothes.
Su Jinmu paused, looked up, and saw Li Xin smiling, dignified and nonchalant, a striking sight for such a young age. She asked him a question.
"Would the young master like a morning bedmate?"
Su Jinmu: "..."
Su Jinmu met his eyes, raising an eyebrow with a half-smile, "Do I need your service, or do you?"
Su Jinmu raised her hand, feeling the direction of the muscles in the boy's waist and abdomen. Her gaze casually swept over them, and she watched as Li Xin's chest rose and fell a little more.
My body temperature rose very quickly, almost to the point of being scorching.
Li Xin stared straight at him, her voice low and slow, "...Young Master."
"Don't shout," Su Jinmu smiled. "Take care of it yourself."
He leaned back and got up without hesitation to take a shower. As soon as he sat up, he found that all the buttons on his clothes were undone and hanging down on his sides.
Su Jinmu: "..."
Su Jinmu hurriedly entered the bathroom.
Li Xin stared at the other person's back, which did not stop for a moment. The smile on his face disappeared, and his eyes darkened slightly, scrutinizing him with an inscrutable expression.
Warm water flowed down in the bathroom, and the person inside washed away their fatigue, their groggy mind finally clearing up a bit as they recalled yesterday's events.
Li Xin intends to reveal his identity.
Su Jinmu didn't understand why Li Xin did this. After thinking about it, she thought it might be because Li Xin's anorexia was too severe and there was too little of his scent on him.
So, is the idea to increase physical contact and alleviate anorexia?
Su Jinmu's heart sank slightly.
Recalling the scene of Li Xin grabbing her neck and forcing her to swallow glucose, she pursed her lips slightly and realized that it wasn't entirely incomprehensible.
He looked around, finished showering, and casually put the towel he was using to dry himself aside, saying nonchalantly, "The edge of the towel is frayed. Clean it up and throw it away for me later."
Li Xin quickly nodded in agreement, cleaned himself up, and went out with a bath towel.
There is a box on the edge of the third floor, which usually contains old, damaged, or unwanted clothes, waiting for the servants to take care of them.
Su Jinmu silently opened the door a crack and watched Li Xin walk forward, passing the box without stopping for even half a step, folding the bath towel and taking it downstairs.
"..."
Tsk.
Su Jinmu was speechless and amused at the same time. She lowered her eyes, quietly returned to her room, and closed the door.
Su Jinmu understood the situation, but it still affected her emotionally, which was not the case.
He and Li Xin were just bed partners; aside from sex and indulgence, it was best not to have any other entanglements.
Moreover, Su Jinmu herself is a person who is about to die, so she should not be implicated too much.
Su Jinmu took a few deep breaths, and without eating, took out her phone and asked Feng Yixing to go out and play.
It was early morning, and although the club was open 24 hours, it wasn't very lively.
Su Jinmu invited Jiao Li and the big-chested muscle man who had performed the sword dance last time, along with Feng Yixing. The four of them sat around in a circle with two decks of cards and played Dou Dizhu (a popular Chinese card game).
Jiao Li exclaimed excitedly, "I know how to cheat!"
Feng Yixing's eyes lit up. "Is it difficult? Teach me."
"It's not difficult, just not very sophisticated," Jiao Li said. "Basically, it's something we do when we're drinking with clients at our club. Everyone knows what's going on, it's just for fun."
Feng Yixing replied with great interest, "Sure, teach me, teach me."
Jiao Li took the cards and went over to Feng Yixing to demonstrate the technique. The four of them sat on the ground quite close together, with Feng Yixing to Su Jinmu's left and the muscular man to her right.
As Jiao Li approached Feng Yixing, she also got a little closer to him.
Jiao Li, still curious, held back for a moment, but couldn't help asking, "Young Master Su, who was that person who stole my spotlight last time?"
He has a vivid memory of the last time he stole the show.
Su Jinmu handed over a pair of nines, smiled, and said, "A friend."
"Just friends?"
Jiao Li clicked her tongue and said, "Their emotions are so intense, I almost thought they were from the same industry."
I thought he was a new employee, but when I asked, there was no such person.
Su Jinmu paused, then slightly curved the corners of her mouth, "Can those of you who are good at acting tell whether the other actors are acting or not?"
"That's hard to say," Jiao Li shook her head and said, "Three parts truth and seven parts falsehood is the most convincing, and many people can't tell the difference."
Su Jinmu nodded slightly, her lips curving into a faint smile.
His phone suddenly rang. He had left it on the table, and the muscular man to his right picked it up for him. It was Li Xin.
He answered the call, and a deep voice suddenly came through. The static made it sound even more grating on the ears, but the tone was extremely low and inexplicably carried a cold and menacing air.
"Young Master."
"...Where?"
Su Jinmu held her phone in one hand and played a card with the other, "What do you want?"
The voice on the other end was silent for a moment, then suddenly became somewhat downcast and muffled, "I took breakfast upstairs, but the young master isn't here."
Su Jinmu lowered her eyelashes, remembering the bath towel she had given him that morning, and handed him another 10. "Okay, you can eat it yourself."
The muscular man next to him said, "One Q."
"Young Master—"
The voice on the other end of the phone abruptly stopped, paused strangely, and then became somewhat chilling, speaking softly and politely, "Young Master, who are you with?"
That muscular guy with the big chest?
Su Jinmu: "..."
What are you doing? Not enough bath towels? Can't you eat by yourself?
The tone on the other end seemed a bit off, so Su Jinmu thought for a moment and changed the subject.
"I'm going back now."
As previously agreed, he would provide Li Xin with what he wanted.
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The Su family.
Su's parents were still having a heated discussion about the important person P's attitude towards Su Jinmu and the Su family. Taking advantage of her free time, Su Jinmu tidied up the garden.
He had almost finished cultivating a batch of economic varieties in the greenhouse, so he packed them into boxes and had them delivered.
The Su family is large, so this matter was bound to be seen. However, he used an excuse that he would select some of the better-looking ones from the crops and give them to people he was working with, as a way to maintain relationships. After that, his parents stopped interfering.
Su Jinmu sent away several plants with economic value, and soon the money arrived on his phone. He calculated that his funds were enough for him to live alone for a long time after he died.
Moreover, he will continue to cultivate them, so he is not worried about money.
Su Jinmu was busy for a while. When she returned from the garden, she heard two servants whispering again, and their voices sounded somewhat familiar.
A voice filled with anxiety said, "Li Xin has gone to stay in the young master's room again. What should we do? Will he tell on us that we poured ice in his room? Will the young master fire us?"
"I don't know. Li Xin is just good-looking and young, so why is the young master so nice to him?"
Su Jinmu: "..."
It's the same two as last time. Don't they know how to whisper behind people's backs?
The maid said indignantly, "Sigh, it's all Li Xin's fault. We just bumped into him by accident that day. This has happened before. Although Li Xin's eyes are dark and scary, nothing serious ever happened. But that day, I don't know why, he started mocking us. His words were so hurtful."
"That's right. He angered us first, so we threw ice on him. We can't blame ourselves entirely."
"This gave Li Xin a chance to play the victim in front of the young master, how despicable!"
"hateful!"
Su Jinmu: "..."
Su Jinmu's lips twitched. It's not surprising that you two, with your level of vigilance, were provoked and manipulated by Li Xin.
He lowered his eyes slightly, his long eyelashes concealing the emotions within them.
He had previously wondered if the ice-throwing incident was caused by him giving bonuses to those who had caused trouble for Li Xin, but now he understood—
No, this was all orchestrated by Li Xin himself.
They just wanted to take the opportunity to play the victim and move back.
She's so cunning.
Su Jinmu shook his head silently, walked around to a corner, threw a stone in the direction of the two people as a warning, and turned to leave amidst their wary and tense movements.
He went back to his room to take a shower. He was wearing two layers today. The outer layer was covered in dirt from the garden. He took out the inner layer and threw it in front of Li Xin.
"The collar is prickly; take it and throw it away."
Li Xin took the clothes and nodded.
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The discussion between Su's parents about Boss P finally came to a conclusion, and they both excitedly concluded that the other party still had feelings for Su Jinmu.
If the person in charge of such a behemoth could cooperate with the Su family, the benefit to the Su family and Zeya would be unparalleled.
As a result, Su Jinmu's classes suddenly increased dramatically.
24/7.
Three o'clock in the morning.
The traditional Chinese painting class started at 10 p.m. and still has two hours left before it ends.
Jiang Jing had also taken a class with Teacher Jiang on traditional Chinese painting, so he came to attend the class with him. There were two large tables in the room, one for Teacher Jiang to use and the other for Su Jinmu and Jiang Jing.
There's too little time and too many courses.
Even though the tutoring classroom and bedroom were on the same floor, Su Jinmu never went back to her bedroom to eat; the servants always brought her food up to eat in the classroom.
A sea of boiled green leaves is unappetizing to look at; he has no appetite and doesn't like to eat them, but now he's starting to feel hungry again.
Tsk.
Su Jinmu glanced at Teacher Jiang's back in front of him. Thanks to his previous obedience and cooperation, most of the teachers trusted him. Teacher Jiang was facing away from him, painting at his desk.
Su Jinmu casually placed a piece of paper in front of her, while Jiang Jing placed two pieces in front of him, and they started working on them simultaneously, one on the left and one on the right.
Jiang Jing whispered, "Brother Mu, you have too many classes, take a break."
Su Jinmu nodded and softly said thank you.
Jiang Jing smiled, her eyes crinkling with excitement, and held up her paintbrush. "What's the big deal? Brother Mu, you don't like painting, so I'll paint all of your paintings from now on."
Su Jinmu curled her lips into a smile, and her stomach rumbled.
He regretted it. After returning home in the morning, he ate outside and then didn't eat anymore, only watching Li Xin finish his meal.
I should have eaten more; I could have held out a little longer.
I'm so hungry now.
Su Jinmu was exhausted and hungry from staying up all night, and unfortunately, she had to paint standing up, without even a chair.
Su Jinmu stood lazily when he suddenly felt something cold touch his hand. The shocking cold made him shiver, and he instinctively tried to pull his hand back, but it was grabbed.
Su Jinmu: "??!"
Su Jinmu looked down in surprise.
Under the large table, a person appeared out of nowhere. With pale skin and scarlet lips, he sat cross-legged in the dim light, like some evil and sinister ghost, devouring one's soul and tightly gripping one's hands.
"Young Master."
Li Xin's voice was very low.
Su Jinmu: "...?"
When did Li Xin come in?!
Su Jinmu clicked her tongue, glanced at Teacher Jiang who was painting obliviously with her back turned, and at Jiang Jing who was looking over in surprise and then quickly turned her head away, and pursed her lips.
She crouched down silently, her beautiful, alluring eyes fixed on Li Xin, raising an eyebrow, "What are you doing crawling in here?"
Li Xin was perfectly suited to this eerie setting. Sitting under the table, her eyes held a ghostly allure, and her voice was low as she said, "Young Master won't have dinner with me."
Su Jinmu: "..."
He already regretted it.
The boy's eyes were deep, staring straight at him. His lips were slightly pursed, and his Adam's apple bobbed as he spoke, his voice low and obscure.
Su Jinmu's heart skipped a beat. She raised her hand and gently touched his Adam's apple, saying slowly, "I'll have dinner with you tomorrow."
Li Xin's eyes darkened slightly, and the corners of his lips curled up as he obediently rubbed his hand against his. "Young Master, do you want to eat me?"
Su Jinmu: "?!"
Su Jinmu's ears suddenly felt hot, and Jiang Jing, standing next to her, took small, shocked steps to move away.
Su Jinmu: "..."
Su Jinmu's ears turned even redder, and she clicked her tongue, thinking, "Can't this thing know when to stop?"
The next moment, his stomach growled, as if to respond appropriately with a "yes".
Su Jinmu: "…………"
Damn, can't he at least consider the occasion when his stomach is growling?
Li Xin paid no attention to his surroundings, gently stroking the other person's hand, staring at the red mark on the other person's earlobe, and smiled faintly, taking out a small box from behind his back.
Inside, there was a generous portion of pastries, not very large, but with seven or eight different kinds.
"I just bought it, it's still warm." Li Xin placed the small box on her lap and pushed it towards him, her tone gentle, "Eat it quickly."
The pastries didn't have a strong flavor, only a faint aroma. Su Jinmu paused, her long eyelashes drooping slightly as she looked over, then at Li Xin, her fingertips curling slightly.
A strange emotion welled up in my heart.
This was the first time someone had brought him food while he was in these classes.
Su Jinmu picked up a piece and slowly put it into her mouth.
It wasn't too sweet, and the taste was quite good. The warm, soft pastry went into my stomach and soothed that throbbing organ.
Young Master Su ate quietly, while Li Xin stared intently at him, his gaze fixed on the other's slightly parted lips, where the tip of his rosy tongue was faintly visible.
As Zhang He's lips parted, their beauty became hazy and alluring.
Li Xin swallowed, a hint of sullen desire appearing in his eyes. He licked his lips, his body gradually warming up, and the hand holding the other's wrist also gradually became hot.
Su Jinmu glanced at him indifferently, a hint of surprise in her eyes; Li Xin's body temperature was changing so quickly.
"Young Master—"
"Cough cough cough cough cough."
Jiang Jing suddenly coughed a few times, and Su Jinmu quickly stood up, holding a piece of unfinished pastry, and casually drew a few strokes with a pen in one hand.
Teacher Jiang is old and wears reading glasses, but she can only see things up close; things far away become blurry and dizzy when she wears them.
He glanced at a patch of mottled paint on Su Jinmu's desk and nodded. "Very good, very good. Keep painting."
After saying that, he turned around and left.
Su Jinmu: "..."
Su Jinmu breathed a sigh of relief, but before she could make any further moves, she suddenly felt a dampness on her fingertips.
He lowered his eyes, his shimmering pupils pressing down as he looked at the pale boy under the table.
Li Xin held his hand, their gazes locked, and a half-smile played on her lips as she brought her scarlet lips closer, taking the remaining pastries from his hand.
The wet tip of his tongue brushed against his fingertips, adding a layer of steaming heat.
Su Jinmu looked down and felt a jolt of electricity creep from her fingertips up her spine. Just as the other person was about to back away with a smile, Su Jinmu lifted the other person's chin with one hand, pinning them to the spot.
The pad of his thumb brushed against a crumb of pastry at the corner of the other person's lips.
Li Xin's eyes suddenly darkened, becoming thick and frightening. His chest heaved noticeably, and he obediently tilted his head back, letting the other man do as he pleased. He chuckled softly, his breath hot and alarming. "...Young Master."
Su Jinmu's heartbeat was also a little unsteady. She squatted down, pinched the boy's chin and brought him closer and closer, until their breaths almost melted together.
Li Xin's fingertips trembled slightly, his eyes filled with madness, but he restrained himself and brushed his fingertips against Su Jinmu's nose.
A delicate, sweet fragrance wafted over me, carrying with it a rising warmth, and my consciousness momentarily blurred.
It smells so good.
Su Jinmu, his.
his.
his.
his!
Li Xin's breathing was rapid. Before Su Jinmu's lips touched his, she saw a hint of confusion in his eyes, and his Adam's apple bobbed hungrily.
Her movements suddenly stopped in place, and she pursed her lips.
...Li Xin, are you very hungry?
Su Jinmu stood still, her expression unreadable.
He would accept blood or anything else of value given to him, even his clothes.
But if Li Xin kisses him, he'll kiss and then eat a bite.
Haha, that scene was just too funny.
Su Jinmu didn't laugh.
Her crimson lips pressed slightly together. She took a deep breath, reached out and put a piece of pastry in his mouth. Quietly, she stood up, took off her coat and tossed it to him. "It's cold on the ground, wear this."
The boy paused slightly, his expression shifting, his dark, deep gaze fixed intently on the other person. It was as if some hideous demon was clinging to its beloved, waiting to devour her, and he let out a strange, terrifying laugh.
Su Jinmu is distancing herself from him.
Li Xin touched the spot where he had just been touched with his fingertips, holding his coat in his other hand, and stared at the person standing in front of him from under the dark table.
Her profile was as delicate as porcelain, but there was no smile in her captivating eyes, which were as alluring as spring water, and her desires had vanished.
The changes were the same as after we went to bed that day.
Even though she was bewitched and attracted by him, she always maintained a sense of restraint and composure, her clear eyes devoid of emotion.
……Why.
Li Xin touched the corner of his lips and looked once again at the fabric that had been thrown to him. He had already received clothes several times today.
……clothing.
Something suddenly flashed through Li Xin's mind.
He went downstairs that day and tried out the effect of the pillow on his anorexia.
Su Jinmu... knows that it's effective against his anorexia?
Anorexia is not a common condition, and even if someone sees it, no one would immediately associate it with anorexia, let alone think that someone's scent could alleviate anorexia.
But Su Jinmu had guessed it.
Li Xin's pupils were dark and unfathomable as his gaze slid over Young Master Su.
Then he recalled that Su Jinmu's first reaction when she stopped pretending was to knock him unconscious. Her bed partner was indulgent and didn't consider him, but in the next city, he could find him with perfect accuracy.
What is this called?
Precognition? Opening the third eye?
Li Xin's eyes held a terrifying desire that almost made him want to dissect people and suck their blood; his eerie and manic laughter sent chills down one's spine.
Su Jinmu was exhausted and stood close to the table to save her energy. Suddenly, she felt a tremor under the table. When she looked down, her wrist was unexpectedly grabbed.
Suddenly, a powerful force came, and Su Jinmu was pulled down without warning, sinking into a dark corner. She was completely wrapped up and trapped in the other person's arms.
"..." Hmm!
A muffled groan, almost instinctive, was stifled by the boy's palm.
Li Xin was laughing, his body shaking with laughter, but instead of doing what he wanted, he rubbed his lips against Young Master Su's, his scarlet tongue greedily licking them, demanding back the kiss from before.
Her eyes and brows were alluring yet unsettling; she licked his lips, almost whispering.
"Young Master, you have a secret."
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