Chapter 5: The Young Master Who Gets Milk Fed Correctly
Su Jinmu returned to the Su family. There were many people at the Spring Festival banquet today, and the news spread quickly, naturally reaching the ears of Su's father and mother as well.
All the servants were dismissed, and Su Jinmu stood in the living room with her head down, her soft hair falling over her forehead.
Father Su paced back and forth with a stern expression, unable to resist glaring at him, "Xiao Mu, are you crazy? Do you think we can afford to offend the Lin family?!"
The three arrows slashed the man three times, and the last one almost ripped off his lower body.
They arranged the archery lessons only so that Su Jinmu would know a little about archery and not be clueless when asked questions in social situations; they didn't intend for him to participate in the Olympics.
When did you develop this skill?!
His voice was so serious that Su's mother couldn't bear it and pulled Su's father back, saying, "Xiao Mu has always been gentle. This time, the other side must have done something outrageous beforehand."
She quickly gave Su Jinmu a look and asked what the Lin family had done. Su Jinmu pursed her lips and answered truthfully, "They harassed me, tried to touch me, and asked me if I wanted to be with them."
Mr. and Mrs. Su frowned; the Lin family had indeed gone too far.
They invited Su Jinmu to the party to have fun, just hoping to create more opportunities for cooperation.
Let Xiao Mu go with him? The Lin family is not worthy of their carefully cultivated young master.
However, this cannot happen again. Su's father said sternly, "You were also at fault. Go to the third floor and stay in confinement for a day."
Su Jinmu pursed her lips and curled her fingertips slightly. She couldn't quite describe her feelings, but she wasn't too surprised. She turned around and walked upstairs.
The solitary confinement cell was a small, separate room on the third floor. It had no windows, no lights, no bed, and no chair; it was completely empty.
Su Jinmu was always obedient. Ever since she learned that she wasn't her parents' biological child, she rarely disobeyed them and seldom went into this place. This time when she came in, the place was still clean and dust-free.
He found a corner to sit down. He had expected this result when he was shooting arrows, but even now, he still felt a strange tightness in his chest.
In his parents' eyes, he was a carefully cultivated young man who could not be arrogant or rebellious no matter how bad or disgusting the situation was.
But before, when he was unhappy, his mother would hold him on her lap and his father would comfort him gently.
Su Jinmu buried her face in her arms, curled up, and closed her eyes.
The solitary confinement cell was pitch black. He was in a daze and didn't know when he was suddenly picked up, his cheek brushing against the fine fabric of a suit.
He nuzzled against himself, half-opening his eyes, "...Big brother?"
"Mm." Su Zeya responded, his posture upright, tall and aloof, carrying the unconscious Su Jinmu towards the bedroom, "Sleep, I'll talk to Mom and Dad, I'll carry you back first."
He rushed back as soon as he heard about it. As soon as he entered the house, he let his younger brother out and calmly comforted him, "It's just the Lin family, don't be afraid, go to sleep for a while."
It was only afternoon, and there were servants cleaning on the third floor. Su Zeya glanced at one of them and said, "Go and prepare some food, keep it warm, and let the young master eat when he wakes up."
Li Xin, holding a pot of flowers, looked at the young master Su in the man's arms with an ambiguous expression.
Her long eyelashes drooped, and her rather fleshy lips were almost bloodless. Her pretty face had lost its feigned gentleness and undisguised malice, leaving only a pale fragility.
He had only been there for two months and didn't understand why Su Jinmu was pretending to be well-behaved, but now he was starting to see the reason.
The Su family had no choice but to pretend.
Li Xin's eyes darkened slightly, and he nodded.
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Su Jinmu slept until night. The doors and windows in the room were closed, the lights were off, and it was dark and somewhat suffocating.
But it can also give people a sense of security.
Su Jinmu was in a bad mood. The matter of the vicious cannon fodder and the skinny horse was swirling in her mind, making her feel messy and annoyed.
He wanted to do something to distract himself, but there were no books, no exercise equipment, and no games or short videos on his phone.
There was only a bunch of stuff related to art classes.
Su Jinmu rolled around for a while, hesitated for a moment, and then reached under the blanket with a cold expression. The smooth surface of the blanket was stretched into a slight curve by the movement of her wrist.
In the quiet room, breathing gradually became heavier, the temperature seemed to rise slightly, and a faint sweet fragrance spread.
Su Jinmu buried herself completely under the covers, and only popped her head out after a while. Her cheeks were flushed, her breathing was rapid, and her eyes were calmly empty.
That felt great.
Su Jinmu's mood calmed down a bit.
The psychologist said he had a sex addiction, but he didn't realize it. He just felt extremely agitated and had no other way to relieve it.
So let's manually empty the space.
Unfortunately, Li Xin, who was climbing through the window, happened to witness it.
Su Jinmu curled her lips into a playful smile. She wondered where the protagonist got the ability to see through his sex addiction at a glance. By the time he came to his senses and tried to make up a lie, it was already too late.
Su Jinmu lay on the bed for a while, then flushed the toilet paper into the toilet, took a shower, turned on the light, and curled up on the small sofa in her pajamas to play on her phone.
The groups, both large and small, were buzzing with excitement, with everyone sharing photos of the Spring Festival banquet as if it were Chinese New Year.
[Tang Er]: No, I really can't tell. Su Jinmu looks shy and quiet, but she's so good at archery.
[Feng Yixing]: I said it before, even a normal person would go crazy with the Su family's harsh methods.
[Think about it]: Indeed, skipping grades to get into university, but then not attending classes, only taking final exams, and spending all day at home learning the Six Arts of a Gentleman, such as music, chess, calligraphy and painting, who can stand that?
[Xin Yi]: Huh? Wake up, the Qing Dynasty is over.
【Heart Two】: Wake up, the Qing Dynasty is in the hearts of the people.
There were also people cursing him, saying that he was deliberately ruining people's lower bodies and that he was vicious. [Feng Yixing] kept speaking up for him and was very active everywhere. The private messages he received kept ringing.
I didn't go today, otherwise I definitely wouldn't have let that guy surnamed Lin be so disgusting and arrogant.
Did your parents punish you?
[You haven't replied to messages for so long, you must have been punished. I'm speechless, the difference in treatment between you and your brother is too great.]
Okay, let's not talk about these annoying things. Let me show you a picture of my cute dress to cleanse your mind.
Below is a high-definition photo. In it, a fair-skinned boy is wearing a light blue dress and white stockings that reach his thighs. He jumps up and makes a heart shape with his hands.
[I'll send you a few more pictures of my favorite pectoral muscles and big breasts.]
There's also a group photo where a slender, white hand is caressing the man's strong, powerful chest, seemingly moving downwards.
Su Jinmu smiled and enjoyed the view for a while.
Feng Yixing was a rare friend of his, and knew a little about his true nature, but now I guess many people know it too.
"Knock knock".
There was a slight noise coming from the doorway.
Su Jinmu glanced at the time; it was two in the morning. Who was knocking on the door?
"Enter."
The door opened, and Li Xin heard the sound of someone taking a shower inside. He went to the kitchen on the first floor and brought up some food, his voice calm and refined.
"The young master asked me to bring you some food."
The boy stood by the door, the outside light shining directly on him. His pale skin, the shadows between his eyebrows and eyes, and his scarlet lips made him look almost too handsome to be alive.
...Su Jinmu had a strange, bad feeling.
The boy walked in, revealing a large tray in his hands, on which sat a stack of steaming hard-boiled eggs, three large cups of steaming milk, and a large bowl of steaming boiled grass leaves.
Su Jinmu: "..."
Su Jinmu laughed speechlessly. He looked up and asked, "Did you choose the meal, or did my older brother?"
The young master opposite him seemed a little off, but Li Xin remained calm, his tall figure carrying a hint of gloom. "I made the choice."
……OK.
That's really inhuman. He saved him at the Spring Banquet, otherwise Lin Zhige would have given him a good beating on the college entrance exam.
Su Jinmu's eyes crinkled into a smile as she sat up and greeted Li Xin warmly.
“Come here, come to me.”
Li Xin stared at him, scrutinizing him for a while with an ambiguous expression, and clearly sensed that the other party was a little displeased.
He didn't say a word, but followed the instructions and stepped forward again, enveloping the handsome young master on the sofa in a dim shadow, his breathing becoming heavier.
So close.
Su Jinmu was unwilling to look up and kicked his shin, "It's too high, squat down."
The young master must have just finished taking a bath; the steam was still rising, and a faint sweet fragrance could be smelled. Li Xin's throat bobbed, and a hint of barely suppressed excitement lingered in his eyes. He slowly squatted down in front of the sofa, his breathing becoming labored.
Su Jinmu picked up a glass of milk, and the next second, with her slender fingers, she lifted the boy's chin, pulled him close, pried open his mouth, and forcefully poured the full glass of milk down his throat.
His movements were so abrupt that the boy coughed a few times, spilling the milk he hadn't had time to swallow. His body tensed, but he stubbornly refrained from struggling. His brows were furrowed, and there were a few wet marks on his lips, making him look like a bewitching ghost, and a little seductive.
"I hate drinking milk the most."
Su Jinmu's voice was light and cheerful as she raised the corners of her lips in delight. She put down her cup, touched his face, and teased him mischievously, "I must say, you are quite good-looking."
As expected of the main character, he's much better than the male models in the photos.
Li Xin's breathing quickened slightly, his chest heaving. His fingers on his chin were delicate and porcelain white, and his palms were warm with a faint sweet fragrance that overpowered the taste of milk.
It doesn't cause choking, nor does it cause anorexia.
Young Master Su's face radiated an unbridled arrogance, far more dazzling than when he used to feign innocence.
Li Xin stared intently at Su Jinmu, his pure black pupils gleaming with a deep light. His breathing was heavy, and when the other party let go, he couldn't help but grasp the other's wrist and tighten his grip slightly.
It smells so good.
So refreshing.
"Young Master," he said in a low, hoarse voice.
Su Jinmu glanced at her wrist, which was being held, and felt a slight pressure on it. She raised an eyebrow and spoke softly, "What, not enough?"
"Are you still trying to threaten me with your sex addiction?" He recalled the frustration of his secret being discovered and the person he couldn't get rid of. He smiled, his eyes crinkling, and said slowly, "Go ahead and tell on me if you want."
Anyway, we're going to run away.
He's had enough of pretending.
"No." Li Xin twitched the corner of his mouth, revealing a faint smile, like a wolf eyeing its prey. He wiped his mouth with refined movements, tidying his appearance.
Then, he pulled up his sleeve and gently wiped away the few specks of milky white liquid from Su Jinmu's hand before slowly letting go.
“It’s my fault,” Li Xin said in a low, hoarse voice.
This choking sensation is nothing compared to the laryngeal muscle obstruction caused by anorexia.
He can keep choking.
The boy's eyes were unfathomable as he slowly spoke, "It was my fault for not figuring out what the young master likes. Young master, you made the right choice."
How about it, can you keep choking?
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Su Jinmu stared at Li Xin's departing figure, feeling that the way he had just apologized was strange. She couldn't tell if it was out of restraint or humiliation, but rather as if he was hiding something. His eyes seemed to want to tear Li Xin apart and devour him.
I wonder what mischief they're up to.
After a while, there was a knock on the door again. He called for him to come in, but there was no response.
When Su Jinmu opened the door, there was no one outside, only a tray with the soft cakes he had eaten under Li Xin's name and a cup of just the right amount of warm water.
Su Jinmu paused for a moment.
This definitely couldn't have been prepared for him by the kitchen.
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