Chapter 30 gives you blood and spurs, yet you are harmless and soft. You tilt your head back, "Young Master..."
"Knock knock".
"Knock knock".
There was a gentle knock on the door. Su Jinmu was alone in her room at the moment, so she went to open the door.
A familiar couple stood outside, dressed casually yet appropriately.
It looks very warm and welcoming.
They are Su's father and mother.
It seems they didn't go out even during the typhoon. But how did they get here?
Su Jinmu raised an eyebrow slightly, her expression calm. "Mother, Father, is there something you need?"
Su's father cleared his throat, his voice becoming more gentle. He was carrying a large food box and looked at Su Jinmu. "The weather is bad today. I guess you didn't order any takeout. I brought you some food."
Su's mother nodded in agreement, her voice soft, and smiled, "Don't worry, these are the ones Xiao Mu wanted to try... the more flavorful ones, not the previous healthy meals."
Su Jinmu paused, then looked up.
...Here it comes.
Mr. Su hesitated for a moment, "I overreacted to what happened last time you went to the club to drink. Don't be angry with your father."
Su Jinmu: "..."
Su Jinmu was very calm, with a slightly enigmatic smile on her face.
Sure enough, after overhearing their conversation on the second floor last time, I thought I should "coax him" to prevent our relationship from breaking down, and now I'm here to coax him.
He didn't say anything.
Mrs. Su nodded and continued, "Yes, Xiao Mu, your father overreacted. I've talked to him about it, but he was only trying to help you. Don't be too angry, okay?"
Su's father straightened his sleeves, looking somewhat uncomfortable and out of place, as if he were setting aside his pride as a parent to have a heart-to-heart talk with his child, speaking earnestly and touchingly.
“It’s your father’s fault. You’re all grown up now, but your father still treats you like a child. He’s afraid you’ll get into danger, so he gets angry.”
"However, you should drink less alcohol and it's best to avoid cigarettes altogether; those things are bad."
His words were sincere, and his expression was meticulous. If he hadn't known this would happen, he might have believed it.
Su Jinmu watched them quietly, her heart calm, but some past memories suddenly floated through her mind.
He was good-looking, and this was already evident when he was young.
On several occasions, while I was out alone, I encountered some people with ill intentions.
Although nothing came of it in the end, when he told his parents what had happened, they weren't angry at all. Instead, they told him that the outside world was indeed that terrifying.
Make him fearful, make him cower.
They want to raise him like a hothouse flower, someone who can't live without the Su family's protection for the rest of his life.
But he refused.
He understands the characteristics of the soil and the habits of the plants.
He can walk barefoot into the soil, turn over the earth, wield a hoe, and move flowerpots and plants.
He can live on his own.
"Xiao Mu, Xiao Mu?"
Su's father noticed that he seemed to be lost in thought, so he called out to him and observed the expression on his face.
Su Jinmu snapped out of his reverie, his smile faint. He understood that he couldn't gain any genuine affection from someone who had been using him from the very beginning.
So I stopped caring.
"Xiao Mu?"
"Mm." Su Jinmu took the food box from his hand, her voice gentle. "Thank you, Father and Mother. I'll take it inside. Is there anything else?"
When Su's father saw him take the food box, his smile became more genuine, as if he was relieved and satisfied. He waved his hand, signaling Su to go eat first, and then turned and left.
Su's mother followed her into the corridor, but halfway there, she glanced back, pursed her lips as if sighing softly, and turned away.
Su Jinmu returned to her room, put the food box aside, and opened it to take a look.
It consisted of steamed fish and two or three stir-fried dishes, all presented beautifully.
But Su Jinmu didn't really want to eat it.
He has a card.
A card that was obtained after I learned I wasn't their biological child.
I don't know what I was thinking back then, but I kept a record of every penny my parents spent on me and tried my best to pay them back.
Although he didn't want to attend those tutoring classes, some of them were quite expensive.
Looking back now, he did the right thing.
Su Jinmu closed the lid and lay back on the bed to play on her phone.
Li Xin returned from downstairs.
Su Jinmu turned her head and glanced at him.
He lay on the bed, his waist sinking in, the thin pajamas clinging to his waistline with gravity, outlining a graceful curve.
"I'm back," Su Jinmu said casually.
Li Xin hummed in response, a faint smile playing on his lips as he stared at the young master Su on the bed.
There were flowerpots by the window in the corridor that needed to be trimmed regularly. He went downstairs and skillfully tidied them up. As he passed by the kitchen, he happened to see the kitchen auntie from a long time ago.
Suddenly it occurred to me.
The day after Young Master Su tried to knock him unconscious, the aunt asked him if the young master had given him the pastries from the previous day, and whether the young master had eaten them himself.
Su Jinmu ate the pastries himself, without mentioning that they were for him. He only ate the last two pieces that were left uneaten.
He just asked his aunt about the situation again.
Su Jinmu learned that the kitchen staff had told him that Li Xin didn't eat much.
Did the young master already know he had anorexia back then?
Was that deduced from what the kitchen lady said?
It still doesn't make sense.
That's too far-fetched.
A hint of interest flickered in Li Xin's eyes as he meaningfully traced Su Xiaoshao's body, his gaze wandering as if caressing every inch of him.
Su Jinmu: "..."
Su Jinmu: "???"
Su Jinmu was a little confused. She turned her head and glanced over, then smirked, "Don't stare at me, it's affecting my game."
Li Xin's lips curled slightly upwards, the curve refined. He knelt on one knee by the bed, leaning forward slightly, staring intently at the young master Su on the bed.
"Young Master, can you feel my gaze? Young Master cares about me so much."
Su Jinmu: "..."
Su Jinmu: "…………"
Damn, what kind of crazy nonsense is he spouting now?
Su Jinmu silently turned her gaze back, letting him stare.
The weather improved considerably by noon, and with the return of electricity and water, a large number of food delivery services resumed operations.
Su Jinmu wanted something sweet, so she ordered some small cakes and desserts.
Li Xin had been staring at him ever since he returned to the house, his pupils deep and unfathomable, containing a hint of a strange smile as he gazed straight at him.
Like searching.
It was as if they wanted to dissect his body and soul.
It was damp and eerie.
Su Jinmu: "..."
Su Jinmu sat on the edge of the bed, holding a small plate in her hands, barely able to swallow the cake in her mouth.
"Would the young master like some water?" Li Xin's eyes were fixed on him, and he slightly curled his lips as he got up to get some water.
"..." Su Jinmu took a deep breath, called out to him, and beckoned to the boy.
Li Xin obediently turned around and knelt on one knee on the carpet by the bed, looking up to reveal his pale neck.
Su Jinmu clicked her tongue, then suddenly stomped on Li Xin's waist and abdomen, grinding her foot hard. Her rosy lips curled into a slight smile. "Are you trying to punch a hole in me by staring at me like that?"
"...Ugh..."
Li Xin's waist and abdomen tensed up, his breath caught in his throat, and he instinctively grabbed that slender ankle, rubbing it with his fingertips. His smile widened, revealing a sinister and crazy quality, a gentle and obedient grin on his face.
"I want the young master to sleep with me."
Su Jinmu: "...?"
Su Jinmu: "...??!!!"
He reacted in a second, and before he could come to his senses, he saw the boy's expression was crazy and unrestrained, and he said in a slow voice, "I want to sleep with the young master."
Su Jinmu: "………………???!!"
Su Jinmu clicked her tongue, stepping on the boy's waist and abdomen with one foot and pressing down with the other.
“…Hmm.” The boy breathed heavily, kneeling on the ground with his knees apart, his gaze almost tangible, fixed on him.
His body temperature rose, his waist and abdomen felt scorching hot, and he gripped Su Jinmu's ankle, grinning with a mixture of lust and madness.
"Young Master, could you weigh it a little heavier?"
Su Jinmu: "………………"
Su Jinmu felt a burning sensation in the soles of her feet and suddenly smiled.
He could barely keep up with the crazy, perverted thought process.
Li Xin's breathing quickened, and he groaned softly. The corners of his mouth slowly turned up, and his gaze followed him closely, clinging to him stickily.
...Tsk.
What on earth is this lunatic trying to do?
Su Jinmu looked around, took out a wide, pure black ribbon used for decorating collars from the wardrobe, blindfolded Li Xin, and stomped on his waist and abdomen.
"Heh, look, keep looking."
Li Xin obediently knelt and remained motionless, but when Young Master Su stepped over, he grasped his ankle and pressed down on the protruding bone under the thin skin, his voice low, slow, and excited.
"Can I touch it without looking?"
Su Jinmu: "…………"
Su Jinmu trembled slightly as he rubbed against her, her hair standing on end in a strange way. She took out the red rope from last time and tied Li Xin to a wooden chair furthest from the bed.
The other end of the rope was tied to the back of a wooden chair, which was then connected to the legs of a heavy table next to it.
Li Xin: "..."
Su Jinmu smiled with satisfaction and touched his earlobe and chin. "Behave yourself. I'll play with you again when I'm in the mood after I finish eating."
Li Xin was blindfolded and sitting on a wooden chair, but his body temperature still hadn't dropped.
Su Jinmu went back to eat his little cake, admiring the boy sitting at the other end while pondering why he had been acting so strangely these past two days.
The little cakes were strawberry flavored and topped with a few bright red strawberries, but he didn't know if it was just his imagination, but he always felt they weren't as sweet as the ones he grew himself.
Su Jinmu took a bite of the cake. The sweet and soft cream melted in her mouth, spreading its sweetness. It was slightly sticky. She sipped it and swallowed it gently.
In the quiet room, Li Xin closed his eyes, his ears becoming increasingly clear as he could hear the slightest sound the young master made as he swallowed.
The throat contracts and squeezes, and the soft cream slides down the throat.
I took another bite of a strawberry, and its sweet, deep red juice burst open, spreading a delicate sweetness throughout my mouth.
"...Gulp."
Li Xin swallowed hard on the spot, his body burning even more intensely, feeling unbearably hot, and unconsciously shifted.
Su Jinmu: "..."
Tsk.
Su Jinmu couldn't eat anymore, so she stood up and walked over to Li Xin.
Li Xin seemed to sense something. Unable to see, with his hands tied behind his back, he innocently and softly raised his head, tilting back his pale neck, his Adam's apple bobbing gently, with an alluring quality.
"Young master, are you full? Are you interested in playing with me?"
"..."
Su Jinmu smiled genuinely, her eyes crinkling, her long eyelashes half-closed, her gaze sweeping over him slowly and deliberately, "You were acting crazy yesterday, and you're still not over it today, what are you so excited about?"
He raised his hand, scooped up a little cream with a small spoon, and casually and gently put it into his mouth.
Caught off guard, the boy let out a low hum as his lips and tongue were filled with cream.
The small spoon was very short, and Young Master Su's hand was right in front of him. Compared to the sweetness of the cream, what filled his mouth more was the delicate sweet fragrance of Young Master Su's body, permeating every pore.
“I’m… excited, young master.” Li Xin smiled faintly.
Excite your secret.
The secrets related to him.
Li Xin took a deep breath, grinned, and his scarlet tongue darted out to kiss his fingertips.
The sweet aroma intensified, while the intense spiciness made my Adam's apple bob uncontrollably. I swallowed heavily, and my teeth instinctively wanted to bite.
Su Jinmu clicked her tongue, gently pinched his chin with two fingertips, lifted it up, and pushed it away. "Are you excited that I'm playing with you?"
"Hmm..."
Li Xin's face seemed to show some pain, but more so madness, with a sullen upturn of his lips.
It smells very good.
It's so... awesome.
Su Jinmu looked at the person on the chair who seemed to be waiting to be executed. The person had pale skin, red lips and tongue, and a black cloth covering their eyes. The person was obedient and submissive to his control.
His lips and tongue gradually felt hot and dry, as if parched. He leaned down and sat on the boy's lap.
She lowered her head and bit the other person's lips.
Li Xin immediately noticed that the thing that was getting closer had changed.
Soft, delicate, and with a rich, pleasant aroma.
A wet tongue swept across the lips.
"...Hmm."
Li Xin's breathing suddenly became heavy, and he uncontrollably approached, licking and biting. His surging desire to control almost overwhelmed his reason, and his whole body exuded a bit of savagery.
He was just as fierce as when he was having sex.
Like a hungry ghost devouring people.
Su Jinmu's breath was stolen, her breathing became disordered, and she felt a tense, trembling sensation as if she were about to be swallowed alive, with a slight tingling on her scalp.
The intense heat nearby made me instinctively want to back away.
The boy was fierce, the rope on his wrist was taut and pulled, and the sweet and warm young master Su retreated two steps in the blink of an eye. His arms were empty in front of him, and he instinctively raised his knee unexpectedly.
"Li Xin..." Su Jinmu's body rose and tilted, and she lost her balance and leaned forward. Someone brushed her cheek hard, caressed her cheek and kissed her side, and then she bit her lips back urgently.
A slightly fishy-sweet aroma spread.
Li Xin, panting, licked his lips, sucking away the trace of bright red, making his lips even more eerily vibrant.
Su Jinmu inhaled and covered her lips: "...Hiss."
Li Xin's movements suddenly stopped, and he stepped back. Unable to see, he listened carefully, his voice hoarse, "Did it break?"
He pursed his lips, appearing weak and harmless, as if apologizing and repenting for his actions, "Young Master, bite back."
"...Heh, you're the one who feels good biting back." Su Jinmu curled the corners of her mouth, a half-smile on her face.
Li Xin licked his lips and slowly smiled.
Su Jinmu didn't like Li Xin's fierceness. Kissing was fine, but it wasn't so okay at night.
But the moment Li Xin was allowed to get close, it was like a demon devouring a living person; his desire for control and possession surged up uncontrollably.
So Su Jinmu kept Li Xin tied up there and went back to eat his little cake.
As he ate, Li Xin became restless, the rope on his wrist taut with a dangerous creaking sound, like a drooling, man-eating demon. It took him a long time to gradually calm down.
Su Jinmu looked at Li Xin thoughtfully, still feeling that Li Xin's excitement over the past two days was somewhat sudden.
She would occasionally stare at him and smirk.
I wonder what they're secretly enjoying.
It's very inexplicable.
Fortunately, this question didn't last long.
He quickly found out what was in Li Xin's head.
After Li Xin calmed down completely, he leaned his head against the wall, tilted his neck back and remained motionless. Even the movement of his Adam's apple slowed down, as if he had completely withered. Su Jinmu looked at him for a while before letting him go.
Li Xin's eyes narrowed slightly as soon as they saw the light, then he looked at the young master Su nearby with dark, unfocused eyes.
"Still watching?" Su Jinmu said casually.
Li Xin sat in the chair, his voice still low and hoarse, muffled, as if he had been tied up for a long time and was somewhat pitiful, "Young Master won't let me touch you, won't let you kiss me, and won't even let me look at you?"
Su Jinmu: "..."
Su Jinmu was at a loss, but let him have his way.
Time flew by. Su Jinmu ate cakes and desserts without feeling hungry, but Li Xin hadn't had lunch yet and seemed to be starving.
I glanced around casually and then looked at the food box.
"Young master, may I eat this?"
Su Jinmu glanced at it and said, "Whatever."
Having eaten so many meals at the Su family's house, one more meal wouldn't make a difference; he would eventually deposit the cash into his account.
Li Xin is anorexic; if he doesn't eat with his clothes or other personal items attached, he will inevitably have to stick close to him while eating.
Otherwise, his anorexia cannot be relieved, and he will find it difficult to swallow.
Su Jinmu sat on the sofa playing on her phone, her two long, straight legs casually crossed, waiting for the other person to come closer.
Li Xin moved quickly, bringing over only the top dish of stir-fry and placing it on the table.
But... he was sitting at a distance from Su Jinmu.
The distance was nearly one meter.
Su Jinmu: "...??"
Su Jinmu slightly raised her eyes, a hint of doubt in her heart.
No matter how fragrant he is, it can't smell a meter away, right?
That would be so strong it would be choking.
He stared at Li Xin. The boy quickly noticed his gaze, but did not react. He simply raised his lips, his dark eyes as deep and unfathomable as the night.
It concealed a hint of excitement and danger.
Li Xin couldn't figure out when Su Jinmu knew about his anorexia. It seemed that the other party could guess his anorexia from the kitchen aunt or from the little details of him smelling the cushions on the first floor.
But then again... it feels too far-fetched.
There was one more direct and powerful element missing: to reveal to Su Jinmu the fact that he was anorexic.
He couldn't figure it out.
I might as well stop guessing.
Li Xin smiled, his eyes dark and fixed on the person. He politely picked up a piece of stir-fry with his chopsticks, raised it, and put it between his teeth.
Su Jinmu: "???"
As Su Jinmu watched his movements, the small amount of food entered the boy's lips and tongue, causing his Adam's apple to bob uncontrollably, and a feeling of discomfort to surge up quickly.
Su Jinmu: "...??"
……wrong.
He's self-destructing again.
Su Jinmu's gaze darkened slightly. She quickly stood up, strode over, and grabbed the other person's chin with one hand.
A faint sweet aroma wafted over, and Li Xin paused for a moment before unconsciously swallowing a small bite of the stir-fry, his throat muscles behaving obediently.
"Young Master?"
He paused briefly, looking at him with a natural air of doubt, as if curious about his sudden action, concealing a deep, sharp probing beneath.
"..."
Su Jinmu stared at him intently, her face expressionless. Her clear, handsome features appeared calm and indifferent, and her pupils shone with a clear luster in the light, like glass or crystal.
Almost inhumane.
Su Jinmu twitched the corners of her mouth and gave Li Xin a deep look. "It's nothing. I'm just used to you not eating in front of me. It looks awkward at first glance. Go eat downstairs."
"……oh?"
Li Xin spoke slowly, his deep voice uttering a muffled question, a faint smile playing on his lips, "But young master, you just fed me cake."
Su Jinmu lowered her eyes and looked down at him, "I can feed him, but don't eat in front of me when I'm not feeding him."
He didn't want to watch.
I don't want to know.
Li Xin's eyes gradually darkened as he stared intently at Su Jinmu, scrutinizing every subtle expression on his face, a cold and sinister glint appearing in his eyes.
He licked his lips, a chilling smile curving his scarlet lips, his tone soft.
"Young master is lying."
Su Jinmu didn't want to look at him, so she turned her gaze away and prepared to sit back on the sofa. Suddenly, two hands grabbed her waist and pulled her back hard with a fierce expression.
"...Ugh!"
Caught off guard, Su Jinmu was suddenly grabbed by the waist and pulled down, pressed against the boy's lap.
He was pulled forward heavily by the iron-like arm around his waist, and instantly pressed tightly against the boy's body, their breaths almost mingling together.
Unable to move, with no way to avoid it.
Su Jinmu pursed her lips.
Li Xin chuckled softly, his expression docile and gentle, but his dark and terrifying eyes seemed to surge with turmoil, his scarlet lips curving upwards, exuding a ghostly aura, moving slowly and deliberately.
"Young Master clearly knows, so why won't you let me say it?"
He laughed and said bluntly, "You know perfectly well that I—" amenorrhea.
Su Jinmu raised her hand and calmly covered his lips, meeting Li Xin's gaze.
His expression was indifferent, so calm it was almost detached, as if he had no connection to the world, his eyes lowered, detached from human affairs.
"Li Xin," he said casually, "that's enough."
Stop talking.
Su Jinmu raised her hand, her fingertips flicking at the boy's scarlet lips, then aimlessly touching his cheek.
Why bother?
Wouldn't it be better to just pretend we don't know?
He already knew very well that he couldn't get genuine feelings or love from someone who had been using him from the very beginning.
So he didn't care and didn't force it.
Whether it's genuine or feigned.
He helped Li Xin alleviate his anorexia, and Li Xin accompanied him in indulging in games during the time before his death.
Have fun today, have fun today.
Why bother explaining it so clearly?
If he doesn't know, he can pretend he doesn't know about this exploitation, and he can be exploited without any resentment.
To put it bluntly...
But that's not possible.
Su Jinmu gently rubbed his chin with her fingertips, her gaze slow and gentle, her clear and beautiful eyes reflecting no emotion.
Like a magnificent rose window.
It is shimmering, yet unfathomable.
"Alright, be good, let's go downstairs," Su Jinmu said.
Li Xin stared intently at him, tightening his grip on the other's waist and back, almost pulling him into his arms, staring at him without blinking, tilting his head slightly.
The person was right in my arms.
He had a sense of loss, like air, elusive and uncontrollable.
The fierce possessiveness coursing through his body, intertwined with an empty sense of loss, tore him apart to the point of near-madness.
She smirked, nuzzled his palm against his cheek, and smiled obediently in a low voice, "Young Master, even if you're just trying to get rid of me, you should at least give me a reason."
Su Jinmu lifted his face with her fingertips, her expression indifferent, "You're just a bed partner. My tolerance of your terrible skills is not a reason for you to take advantage of me."
Li Xin's expression suddenly darkened, and his whole body exuded a chilling aura of menace.
Su Jinmu looked him over, then let out a soft sigh. "Or if you prefer to eat here, I'll go out for a walk."
He stretched his leg down, his toes touching the floor, and just as he was about to press down firmly, a pressure and restraint suddenly appeared on his back.
Li Xin's breathing quickened as he studied the other's calm expression. A sudden, intense feeling of grasping at emptiness washed over him, and he held the other tightly, burying his head in the other's neck.
Su Jinmu felt a damp chill in her neck from the icy breath, and the hands behind her back tightened even more. After a moment, she felt a sharp pain in her neck.
Sharp teeth bit down, grinding against the flesh, then the force eased, biting and licking at the same time.
It's like venting anger.
Of course, it's also like hunger.
Su Jinmu stroked the back of his neck, thinking casually.
Once the typhoon stops, you can go to the hospital to have a blood sample drawn.
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