Chapter 7 He was still so small. If Su Jinmu had hugged his waist, he probably would have been...
After Li Xin's school discovered that he was working for a wealthy family, the two students they sent were carefully selected to prevent Li Xin from developing psychological problems.
Qiao Tingrui comes from a poor family and has been taking on jobs everywhere, gaining extensive experience, including some work for wealthy families. She is outgoing, positive, and optimistic.
Jiang Jing, the protagonist, comes from a wealthy family. However, his family is low-key, and his parents are unaware of his student status.
These two students are one grade below Li Xin and are temporarily unaffected by the college entrance examination. One knows what a normal job in a wealthy family is, and the other knows what abnormal oppression by a wealthy family is.
If the two of them come together, they can easily find out whether Li Xin's work at the Su family is normal or not, and whether he has been bullied.
It can be described as a green dragon on the left, a white tiger on the right, and a top scholar dancing in the middle.
In the morning, Su Jinmu sat by the window, enjoying the breeze and looking outside.
During the Labor Day holiday, the sun gradually grew stronger in the early morning. Li Xin and Jiang Jing stood downstairs, whispering to each other.
Jiang Jing's face was full of indignation, and he kept pointing at the villa building.
Su Jinmu's eyes darkened slightly.
Redemption should have already begun. The protagonist, who was just here last night, might not have realized it yet, but now that he's come to his senses, he might be criticizing his oppression and warming the heart of the male lead.
Upon hearing this, Li Xin glanced down at his right hand, revealing a complex silence, his expression carrying an indescribable subtlety.
Su Jinmu: "???"
What kind of expression is that?
He had never seen Li Xin make such complex facial movements in the past two months.
What are they saying?
Su Jinmu's heart was pounding with curiosity, like a rabbit scratching its head.
“Li Xin”.
A stern rebuke suddenly rang out.
The butler appeared out of nowhere, looked directly at the two of them, and angrily scolded, "I caught you slacking off again!"
The butler had been glared at by Li Xin earlier and felt uneasy about it, so he wanted to teach Li Xin a lesson today and also give the two newcomers a warning.
"You're not watering the flowers in the greenhouse, but running around here being lazy! The young master is soft-hearted and doesn't mind, but rules are rules, and I can't let you slack off!"
The butler took out a whip from behind him and lashed it viciously near Li Xin's toes. "Hurry up and go."
Li Xin looked at the butler, his dark, ink-like eyes devoid of warmth. He gave him a cold glance and strode towards the flower room.
Seeing that the housekeeper had sent them to the glass greenhouse to water the plants, Su Jinmu thought it was a good opportunity. She quickly went downstairs to the storage room, found what she wanted at a glance, and directed someone to put it by the garden.
He walked outside the glass greenhouse and clearly saw the anger in Jiang Jing's expression towards the housekeeper. A smirk appeared on his lips.
Yes, it was this indignant man who made him hear what the protagonist, the one who was indignant, had to say that made Li Xin's expression so strange.
This is a scene from the original text, though not described in detail. The butler's whip is constantly being used to threaten and lash out, currently only hitting the ground, but as the wicked young master's dislike for the protagonist deepens, it won't be long before it's used on the protagonist.
Su Jinmu tapped on the glass, looking at the few people inside who were watering the plants with sprinklers. She smiled faintly and said, "What's the point of being punished by watering just for being caught slacking off?"
He pointed his fingertip at Li Xin and lightly tapped it on the spotless glass, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "You, come out."
Li Xin stared into those beautiful eyes, a chilling darkness hidden within them, watching with a half-smile as he watched what wicked scheme this young master was plotting this time.
He went outside and saw a huge... plow cart next to the greenhouse?
Below are two plows on the left and right, supporting a long wooden plank that reaches waist height, with two protruding handles in the front for people to grip and exert force.
Su Jinmu propped herself up on her hands and sat down, pointing to the garden, "We just pulled up some flowers on the outer edge and need to loosen the soil."
He tapped the plow with his fingertips, then the handle in front of the plow, and couldn't help but laugh, "Pull it, loosen the soil."
Li Xin: "..."
Does Su Jinmu really enjoy lying down?
The butler immediately realized that the young master wanted to personally discipline Li Xin, so he bowed and handed him the whip, and quickly brought over a glass of lemonade, a straw hat, and sunglasses.
Su Jinmu sat cross-legged on the board, wearing a wide-brimmed straw hat and large black sunglasses, holding an iced lemonade, enjoying the warm morning sun, feeling very comfortable.
Li Xin glanced subconsciously at the lemonade in his hand, then at the blazing sun overhead. His dark eyebrows and eyes curved into a faint smile as he gripped the two handles, his voice refined.
"After you've loosened the soil, could you give me a glass of lemonade? I need a specific kind."
Last time, his tomato juice wasn't available.
"You're being punished for slacking off, and you still have so many demands?"
Su Jinmu didn't seem to care much and casually replied, "Okay, sure."
They're quite easy to talk to.
Li Xin chuckled, his pale, sharp forearms tensing. The plow and harrow dug deep into the soil, causing the cart to lurch violently. Su Jinmu sat motionless on the cart.
He took a refreshing sip of ice water and looked at Jiang Jing and Qiao Tingrui beside him. Jiang Jing's expression had changed from indignation to bewilderment, and he stared blankly at the garden.
Wasn't it a penalty?
What are they doing?
Su Jinmu waited to hear the protagonist's indignant words, and seeing this, he raised the whip in his hand and moved his arm.
The thin whip tip grazed the boy's lower back, the wind it generated lifting a corner of his clothes, half-concealing and half-revealing his pale, slender waist, like a stone sculpture.
Su Jinmu lingered admiringly for a moment, then smiled casually, "Hurry up, or there won't be any lemonade."
A tingling sensation ran down my back; the cool whip tail had little force, like the slightly cool fingernails of Young Master Su brushing against me.
If Su Jinmu were to hug his waist, it would feel roughly the same.
Li Xin's breathing tightened slightly. He suppressed the sudden thought, stretched his forearms into powerful lines, and with his tall and straight back, he stretched three times.
...I feel like an ox plowing the field.
The sunlight was just right, and the two figures, one still and one moving, were quite pleasing to the eye. The scene was simple and rustic, with the dull thud of the plow rumbling across the land and the swaying of the cart on top, which was quite interesting.
Jiang Jing stared at it for a long time in a daze, then slapped his thigh and whispered in surprise, "I understand what this is all about!"
Qiao Tingrui: "What are you doing?"
Jiang Jing: "It's a game!"
"Young Master Su is using being punished as an excuse to take us back to the countryside!"
Qiao Tingrui: "???" Huh? Really?
He doesn't seem quite right.
Jiang Jing suddenly raised his hand and shouted excitedly, "Me too! I want to try too! I'm strong, let me try!"
Qiao Tingrui, bewildered but following the crowd, raised her hand and said, "Me too."
Su Jinmu: "...??"
Shouldn't you two kindly express your indignation?
Especially the protagonist, is Jiang Jing the kind-hearted but talkative type, rather than the kind-hearted type?
Let's vent our anger first.
Su Jinmu glanced at Li Xin, flicked her arm, and the whip's tail grazed the boy's thigh. "Use some force."
"..."
Li Xinyou glanced back at him, her gaze deep, and then she gripped the plow and spun it around three more times, her body gradually warming up.
As the sun gradually reached its zenith, Su Jinmu was almost finished with her lemonade, and Li Xin's eyes darkened.
no.
That won't do.
If you try to stop him, Jiang Jing will step in, and even if you keep pulling, you won't get the lemonade from Su Jinmu's hand.
Last time he managed to flip the swimming ring over, but today with a substitute watching closely, he can't do it.
Li Xin lowered his eyes, his slender fingers slowly loosened, his eyelashes drooped slightly, his feet swayed backward, his legs touched the edge of the board, he lost his strength, and suddenly fell down.
Su Jinmu was sitting cross-legged drinking lemon water when the car suddenly stopped. Immediately afterward, he saw the person in front of him swaying and falling right into his arms in two seconds.
Su Jinmu: "???" She's dizzy? Has she got heatstroke?
"Uncle Tao, go get some water!"
Although Su Jinmu was tortured to death by Li Xin in the original story and even turned into a frozen artwork, he did not have the same intention as Li Xin.
Su Jinmu's expression changed. She put one arm around Li Xin's shoulder and touched his forehead with the other hand.
He held the lemonade in his hands, which were also cold, and the touch brought a cool sensation to his forehead.
Li Xin closed his eyes, leaned on Su Jinmu's shoulder, and his profile seemed to brush against the other's delicate neck.
A sweet aroma lingers.
He was somewhat disoriented, his throat felt dry, and he trembled with barely suppressed excitement, his consciousness seemingly soaring upwards.
Desires swell.
The other person seems to be someone who doesn't sweat.
The butler rushed back to get water, and Su Jinmu patted his face, calling him, "Li Xin?"
Li Xin slightly opened his eyes, his voice low and husky, tinged with desire, "Water."
With only a glass of lemonade he had drunk from beside him, Su Jinmu hesitated, wondering if the protagonist of the novel had any kind of obsessive-compulsive disorder about cleanliness.
Jiang Jing and Qiao Tingrui rushed forward, like two flustered little sparrows, chattering "Brother Li, Brother Li!"
Su Jinmu helped Li Xin up, brought the lemonade to his lips, and asked, "Do you want this?"
Li Xin pretended not to hear, closing his eyes in acquiescence. Jiang Jing said anxiously, "Don't worry about such things now, I'll handle it."
He grabbed the glass and splashed it onto Li Xin's face.
Li Xin: "..."!
Su Jinmu: "..."
Friend, you have the potential to be a villain.
It seems he wasn't vicious enough.
"..." Li Xin opened his eyes slightly to the side. Jiang Jing leaned forward and, seeing that he looked unwell, asked with concern, "Brother Li, are you feeling unwell? Don't worry, although the lemon water splashed on Second Young Master's clothes, I'll wash it. You just need to rest."
Li Xin: "..." Heh.
Lemonade dampened Su Jinmu's clothes, and a sweet fragrance wafted out. Li Xin didn't say anything to him for the time being, leaning on Su Jinmu's shoulder, surrounded by the refreshing scent.
Su Jinmu supported him, intending to drag him to a shady spot first. She took off her straw hat to fan him and called him softly, "Li Xin?"
Young Master Su usually acts well-behaved, and his voice is softer. Right now, his tone is light and he calls out to him in a low voice. A cool breeze blows closer, brushing against his ear like feathers, bringing a tingling itch.
Li Xin's eyelashes fluttered slightly, his breathing inexplicably tightened, and a strange feeling swept through his heart.
Jiang Jing and Qiao Tingrui helped the man to sit down in the shade of the house. The housekeeper brought water and looked at Li Xin, who seemed to have regained consciousness, with a suspicious expression. "Could he be faking it?"
Su Jinmu walked up to him, looked down at the person sitting there, and saw that Li Xincang's fair skin hadn't turned red after being in the sun for a long time, but instead became even whiter.
He was clearly happy that the protagonist was having a bad time, but seeing him in such a sorry state, Su Jinmu inexplicably didn't laugh. He glanced around the vast Su family manor, quickly looked away, and calmly asked Li Xin, "Going to the hospital?"
Young Master Su was dressed in light-colored casual clothes, his legs straight and neat. His upper body was wet. He looked down at Li Xin, who looked up at him and shook his head slowly, "No need."
He was faking it.
Didn't you notice?
So... soft-hearted.
Su Jinmu stared at him for a few moments to make sure he was alright, then handed him the water. "You don't need to work recently. If you're not feeling well, just rest for a few days. You'll still get paid."
It's a bit of a pity that we didn't hear what the protagonist was complaining about that made Li Xin's expression so strange.
Forget it, I don't want to hear it anymore.
Su Jinmu turned and left, and the butler followed. Li Xin stared at Su Jinmu's back, still holding the other's straw hat in his hand.
His fingers clenched slightly, his gaze unconsciously following the other person's figure until he could no longer see them.
Jiang Jing's splash gave him a clue.
Being given the potion is the second choice.
To consistently obtain that sweet fragrance, instead of being forced to drink it, it's better to collect the liquid that might produce a sweet scent from Su Jinmu's body, extract it into perfume, and use it with meals.
liquid.
Blood, sweat, semen, tears.
Li Xin's half-closed eyes concealed a terrifying desire that almost wanted to dissect a person and suck their blood. His Adam's apple bobbed slightly, making him appear both refined and strange.
He licked his lips almost imperceptibly.
Jiang Jing and Qiao Tingrui stayed with him to rest for a while. Jiang Jing muttered, "See? I told you, apart from the second young master Su, everyone else in the Su family is a freak."
Li Xin recalled what Jiang Jing had told him downstairs that morning, warning him to be careful of everyone in the Su family except for the second young master of the Su family.
"You don't know, back then, Young Master Su skipped grades in the college entrance exam, achieving the top score in the province. He could have chosen any of the best majors at Jingzhou University, but his parents—"
Jiang Jing pointed at the villa, her voice fierce, "They actually chose some kind of art appreciation major for them. That major is almost entirely filled with rich kids who paid their way in to get a degree. It's incredibly sloppy."
"He chose it, so he could study hard, but they wouldn't let him attend classes at all. He was forced to study some kind of elite class at home every day, or they would send him out to socialize. That Lin Yiting was almost ten years older than him!"
Isn't the Su family completely brain-dead and blind?
At that moment, Jiang Jing looked indignant, while Li Xin lowered his eyelashes, a hint of understanding flashing in his dark eyes.
That's why Su Jinmu cared about his college entrance exam.
Li Xin looked at his right hand, which Lin Zhige had once whipped, his fingertips curled slightly, and a subtle feeling passed through his heart.
Back in his room, Li Xin saw a glass of lemonade by the door. He picked it up; it was room temperature, slightly cool.
This was certainly not the cup he had specifically requested, but he was surprised that Su Jinmu still remembered it after he had put on such a show.
Li Xin lowered his head, a strange feeling stirring in his heart. He brought the cup closer, lowered his eyes, and sniffed it lightly, his eyes darkening. He recalled the casual question he had just asked, "How old is Su Jinmu?"
Jiang Jing: "Nineteen."
nineteen.
It's still so small.
The liquid in the cup slid to my lips, touched them, but I didn't put it in my mouth.
For some reason, Li Xin suddenly remembered the way Su Jinmu drank lemon water.
Her full lower lip was gently pressed against the glass, her lips and teeth slightly parted, revealing her rosy and soft tongue, which was soaked and slid across the clear lemon juice.
Li Xin's mouth was dry, and he suddenly wanted to taste that glass of lemonade.
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