Chapter 9 You want to kick me out? Li Xin's fingers gripped Su Jinmu's urgently...
Su Jinmu examined the clothes basket, pondering for a long time but still couldn't figure it out. There was no similar plot in the original text, and the protagonist didn't have a penchant for stealing clothes.
Could it be that he misheard because he had his eyes closed?
Li Xin only packed his clothes; the shirt was something he accidentally took with him.
That was incredibly careless.
Su Jinmu tilted her head and raised her eyebrows.
On the second floor of the Su family villa, Su Zeya, just as Su Jinmu had planned, told his parents that he knew about the "skinny horse" and the prospective lover.
Su Zeya's lips were tightly pursed, and his cold face was expressionless.
He learned by chance when he was a child that Xiao Mu was not his biological daughter, and that she was also involved in a marriage of convenience and had become his lover.
But he thought it was just a joke and never took it seriously.
Over the years, we have neglected to pay attention to and understand Xiao Mu and her parents, which has led to the current situation.
Looking at his parents' anxieties about the matter, Su Zeya felt a sense of estrangement welling up inside him.
"Marriage alliances are easy to arrange; in families like ours, which one doesn't have a marriage alliance?"
"It's hard to explain why she became Zeya's lover."
Are these the loving parents he knows?
Su Jinmu hadn't figured out Li Xin's theft of her clothes yet, so she washed up and went to bed.
He was unsure of his parents' reaction to the situation, and didn't really want to know, so he used his older brother to tell them.
After that, either his parents would feel guilty and sorry for him and stop his classes, or they would get angry and try to find him a buyer to send him away as soon as possible.
The next day, after Su Jinmu got up, she saw a folded piece of paper by the door.
It was written in my older brother's handwriting, saying that his parents were worried that he had too many classes and too much pressure, so they suspended his classes to let him relax for a while.
It's the former.
Su Jinmu pursed her lips, sighed softly, and then smiled knowingly.
It must have been the older brother who put in the effort, but this matter won't end there.
Parents will inevitably use him to obtain resources.
However, by then, Su Jinmu would be dead, so it wouldn't matter anymore.
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With the classes suspended, Su Jinmu suddenly felt relaxed and at ease. In a good mood, she made an appointment with Feng Yixing to go to the club where he thought he had gone to the club last night but had actually been walking around in the same spot in his room.
The clubhouse was dimly lit, but the changing colored lights and rhythmic music made people feel relaxed.
Su Jinmu sat down in the booth. Feng Yixing, wearing a pink puffy short skirt, had already ordered the male model from last night's photos and was waiting for him, all huddled together in the booth.
Upon seeing him, Feng Yixing's eyes lit up. "Come quick, come quick! How did you suddenly get to come to a place like this? Did you come behind your parents' backs?"
"Everyone, come and greet the Second Young Master."
The male models surrounding the bar each had their own unique style of clothing, and their expressions weren't obsequious to the point of being unpleasant; their eyes were sexy. "Greetings, Second Young Master."
"Second Young Master."
"Second Young Master, please have a seat here."
Su Jinmu couldn't help but smile. She sat down in the crowd, feeling quite pleased with herself, and said to Feng Yixing, "No, I'm not pretending anymore."
Feng Yixing was startled but didn't ask any further questions. Feng Yixing's family situation was also complicated. At first, he deliberately dressed as a woman to annoy his parents, but later he actually came to like dressing as a woman.
The two met by chance. Feng Yixing knew a little about Su Jinmu's true nature beneath his obedient and shy facade, so he tried to find some fun for him to relieve stress.
This includes, but is not limited to, ordering male models for him.
They didn't do anything special, just drank and chatted.
However, Su Jinmu never came to the site; she only looked at the photos on her phone and, just to be safe, would delete them after viewing.
Feng Yixing, wearing a short dress, rested her chin on her hand with a sweet smile on her face. "Take a look and see which one suits your taste. This batch is from last night's thin-skinned type, and also the big-breasted type."
Su Jinmu smiled faintly, as if thinking of something, "The second one in last night's photo."
A tall, handsome male model immediately spoke up, "It's me, I'm number two."
His clothes were slightly tight, revealing the outline of his abdominal muscles. He had a clean-cut appearance and a non-greasy expression. He picked up a glass of wine and sat down on the other side of Su Jinmu.
The real number two has arrived.
Su Jinmu smiled, unconsciously recalling Li Xin's appearance as number two yesterday, and picked up her glass of wine.
The male model sat down on the other side of Su Jinmu. In the dim light, his eyes glanced directly at Su Jinmu, and he smiled, "How would you like to drink, Second Young Master?"
Su Jinmu was in a good mood. "Do you have any good suggestions?"
"My suggestion?"
Number Two smiled, gently cupped the back of his hand, leaned down, and guided his hand to his abs. With her other hand, she held up her wine glass and approached his glass, her expression both gentle and alluring. "Drink like this."
Su Jinmu lightly clinked her wine glass against his, making a crisp sound. She raised it to her lips, took a sip, and looked down at her hand and the waist of the second person beneath it.
Number Two took a big gulp, staring straight at him, swallowing hard as his Adam's apple bobbed, the swallow's gulp sinking into his stomach. Through the thin clothes, the strong, lean, and elastic muscles under his hands rippled slightly with each swallow.
It was completely under his control.
Su Jinmu smiled, thinking, "As expected of a top-tier club, they really know how to satisfy people's desire for control." She casually tightened her fingers and softly praised, "Well done."
Number Two's breathing quickened slightly as he stared at Su Jinmu's aloof yet nonchalant face. He picked up Su Jinmu's cup with a beaming smile.
“I’ve drunk so much, and you’ve only had a small sip, that’s not fair. Let me feed you.”
Su Jinmu smiled.
Feng Yixing led a few people to the side to drink. Number Two held a wine glass and leaned down, slowly bringing the glass to Su Jinmu's lips.
As they got closer, from behind they looked like the two people were pressed tightly together.
Su Jinmu's vision suddenly went dark for a moment. A fierce figure appeared out of nowhere, grabbed Number Two's shoulder, and dragged him backward heavily.
"Ouch!" Number Two panicked, spilling his wine glass and splattering crimson liquid all over himself. He suddenly plopped down on the ground, yelling, "Who pulled me? Ah—!"
Su Jinmu raised an eyebrow in surprise when she saw the person who had suddenly appeared in front of her.
What's Li Xin doing here?
Li Xin's face was terribly grim. He had a student council badge on his arm, and Jiang Jing and Qiao Tingrui followed behind him. Between the two of them was a person dressed in brightly colored clothes.
Jiang Jing greeted him excitedly, "Second Young Master Su."
Qiao Tingrui also peeked out and made a sound to signal.
Su Jinmu nodded. He hadn't been in contact with them for a while since he caused Li Xin to suffer from heatstroke. He thought Jiang Jingqiao and Tingrui would be unhappy, but he didn't expect them to greet him so warmly. He responded with a greeting.
What are you doing here?
Jiang Jing answered enthusiastically, "The student council came to catch students violating the rules; some students from our school sneaked in to play."
Su Jinmu nodded, a thought flashing through her mind, and suddenly remembered something.
This seems to be the plot that drives the relationship between the main characters in the original story.
Li Xin was catching students who were breaking the rules when he unexpectedly ran into "Su Jinmu" and accidentally knocked over his wine.
Li Xin wanted to pour him another cup, but the villainous man refused, slapping Li Xin on the chin and neck. Then Jiang Jing stepped forward to protect Li Xin and angrily accused him of being despicable.
Su Jinmu: "..."
Li Xin stared intently at him, his voice deep, "Young Master, you've come here for a drink?"
Li Xin didn't expect Su Jinmu to be here, and... to be so close to the hostess, almost kissing her.
His gaze lingered on Su Jinmu's slightly moist lips, which were stained with wine, and he recalled how Su Jinmu had been allowed to be manipulated at will while drunk last night.
Overwhelmed by layers of strange emotions, he couldn't help but push up the male escort model the moment he saw the face clearly and thrust himself into her.
Li Xin curled his fingertips, picked up his wine glass, sat down near him, raised his hand with a proper and refined manner, and gave a slight, smirking smile.
"I'm sorry, I accidentally spilled it. Young master, please drink this cup."
Su Jinmu looked at Li Xin, who was holding the wine: "..."
The claim that it was an accident is a bit far-fetched.
Moreover, he doesn't have a penchant for slapping people.
But I still really want to see the show.
Su Jinmu's lips curled into a smile. She glanced at the two curious people behind her, then leaned back slightly to avoid his hand.
"That's easy for you to say. You should get rid of Number Two."
Su Jinmu raised her hand and, without warning, pinched Li Xin's chin, pulling him heavily towards her. She said slowly, "The wine spilled on my clothes. Now, wipe it clean."
Number two?
Li Xin's breath hitched suddenly. The distance was too close; his nose was only a fist's width away from Su Jinmu's collar. The delicate, sweet fragrance filled his chest, making his mouth dry.
Li Xin licked his dry lips.
Su Jinmu pinched Li Xin's chin, but her attention was not on Li Xin at all. She looked at Jiang Jing and the other person behind her, eager to see a scene of redemption.
Jiang Jing looked at the two of them expectantly, then suddenly met Su Jinmu's gaze. His eyes lit up, and he asked eagerly, "What's wrong, Second Young Master? Is there anything I can do for you?"
Su Jinmu: "...?"
What needs to be done by him?
Su Jinmu stared at him with his bright, puppy-dog eyes. After two seconds of reaction, she tightened her grip, pressing Li Xin's head even further against the rough collar, her fingers gripping his hair between her fingers.
Li Xin's high, straight nose bumped against the fabric of his collar, rubbing heavily against it. He let out a muffled groan, his breathing rapid, as if in pain and humiliation.
Qiao Tingrui's eyes suddenly lit up, and he became beaming with pride.
Jiang Jing's eyes lit up, and he said quickly, "Is it hard to wipe it while wearing clothes? Second Young Master, wait for me, I'll go buy a new shirt right now! Brother Li, take good care of Second Young Master!"
Su Jinmu: "??" Huh?
After Jiang Jing finished speaking, he grabbed the excited Qiao Tingrui and darted out like a puppy fetching a frisbee, its tail wagging like a propeller.
Su Jinmu: "..."
Su Jinmu: "???"
What happened?
Shouldn't they have pulled Li Xin away, protected Li Xin, and told him not to bully Li Xin, so that Li Xin would be grateful and moved?
What's the deal with buying clothes?
He wasn't paying attention to the pressure on his hand and loosened it a little. Li Xin looked up and followed his gaze to the direction the two had left. His lips, which were even more crimson from the rush of excitement, twitched slightly, their meaning unclear.
"Young master, I'm just wiping the clothes, what are they doing?"
Li Xin's voice was deep and melodious, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly, "Look at me, isn't it clean?"
Su Jinmu: "..."
Su Jinmu pushed him away.
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When Jiang Jing and Qiao Tingrui returned from shopping, Su Jinmu didn't change her clothes and got up to leave the club.
Li Xin was pushed away by Su Jinmu, leaving behind the warmth of that small patch of neck. His front was inexplicably empty and quickly cooled down, causing him to feel a little regretful.
However, there aren't many.
After all, they were all staying at the Su family's residence, and there were still many people they had contact with.
Li Xin smiled and returned to the Su family's room, picking up the glucose water on the table.
As the college entrance examination approached, he was not worried about his studies, but the overwhelming and ferocious hunger was affecting his senses at all times.
My stomach was empty, and through my belly I could feel the fleshy organ contracting and throbbing, desperately trying to expand outwards, trying to devour something to satisfy my insane desires.
Hungry.
I'm so hungry.
Li Xin picked up the bottle, but just as the liquid slid to his lips, he frowned and put it down again.
It's neither fragrant nor sweet.
Without the sweet scent emanating from Young Master Su's neck, Li Xin lowered his eyes, his breathing quickened, his tongue pressed against the base of his teeth, his Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and his scarlet lips became even more prominent.
I want to bite something.
I recall the warm touch and delicate fragrance of Su Jinmu's collar in the club.
Li Xin's eyes darkened, and he unconsciously curled his lips into a smile. Without hesitation, he walked to the wardrobe, opened the door, and headed straight for the corner.
Hanging inside was the shirt he had just brought in; it was the one he had taken from Su Jinmu's room last time, and he hadn't had time to seal it in a bag yet.
Li Xin stretched out his arms, his well-defined fingers eagerly grasping the smooth sleeve, and lifted it close to his face.
However, the next second, something soft and warm covered the back of his hand from behind his sleeve.
It's a hand!
"Who!" Li Xin's eyes suddenly darkened, and he abruptly grabbed the object and pulled it out, his voice cold and gloomy, "Come out."
The person inside the closet groaned, and the owner of the hand, following his movement, quietly peeked out of the closet like a fairy.
Su Jinmu pushed aside the clothes covering her front and sat in his wardrobe, her wrist still being held, her whole body being pulled forward.
Her beautiful eyebrows arched upwards, strikingly attractive, and she smiled slightly, saying, "Good evening."
Su Jinmu?
Li Xin paused, then spoke in a refined, low voice, "Young Master Su, do you like to crawl into people's closets?"
Su Jinmu felt that the two main characters, the top and the bottom, were acting a bit strangely, and the plot seemed to differ from the original story. When she went back to her room to change her clothes, she remembered the shirt and decided to come and take a look.
It turned out that there was not only a shirt, but also a straw hat.
Su Jinmu twitched the corners of her mouth, adjusted the position of her straw hat, and looked at Li Xin with a half-smile.
"It wasn't me, it was my clothes. It's like they can grow legs and run away. They just ended up in your closet without you noticing. Isn't that interesting?"
Li Xin: "..."
Only now did Li Xin realize that the shirt and the hat were now on Young Master Su.
The wardrobe was airtight, and a faint fragrance permeated the poorly ventilated space. Because of its small size, his several coats were almost draped over Young Master Su.
It almost completely enveloped the person.
Li Xin's Adam's apple bobbed, and he was unusually speechless. His fingers tightened slightly around Su Jinmu's wrist. After a moment, he gently curved his lips and said, "I'm sorry for the academic pressure."
Su Jinmu smiled, "You can't blame your perversion on being under a lot of pressure."
Having been caught red-handed stealing clothes, Li Xin clicked his tongue and said nothing more. He moved closer, revealing his pale neck and lean waist to Su Jinmu in an easily controllable manner.
Just like number two in the club.
Li Xin maintained a composed demeanor, then casually leaned forward slightly. "Young Master, how do you intend to deal with me?"
Su Jinmu looked him up and down, recalling the hats that were wrapped up tightly and the shirts that were neatly hung up when she opened the closet.
The protagonist doesn't have any quirks, except for his hobby of collecting loot.
For example, later on, he could be frozen into an ice sculpture and placed in a display case.
Now, is it that since we can't make an ice sculpture in a while, we'll just collect a few clothes to use as a substitute?
Su Jinmu moved out of the closet, her two straight and slender legs dangling outside, and said casually, "Before, I said that when you stabbed my hand, my parents refused to fire you. Now that you've stolen my clothes, do you think they'll still keep you?"
A stab to the palm is a minor matter, but stealing clothes could affect the reputation of the Second Young Master Su.
Parents can tolerate the former, but will not accept the latter.
Su Jinmu spoke calmly, but Li Xin's expression suddenly changed. His heart sank abruptly, and he sat up straight in surprise, staring intently at Su Jinmu, his voice low and hoarse.
"You want to kick me out?"
Su Jinmu wants to kick him out?
Su Jinmu: "???"
Su Jinmu glanced at him curiously, wondering why he was reacting so strongly.
He's been trying to get rid of him for months, doesn't Li Xin know that?
Su Jinmu raised her hand and grabbed his collar, forcefully and slowly forcing him to bend over, laughing, "Why not? The number two at the club is much more obedient than you, what's wrong with him taking your job?"
Number two, it's that number two again.
Su Jinmu smiled, her lips rosy and clear, her eyes sparkling with a bright joy. Li Xin stood very close to her, his heart pounding with a mixture of unspoken jealousy and resentment.
Why? That number two is nowhere near as good as him; he can't even hold a glass properly.
Li Xin's eyes were dark, and he could smell a sweet fragrance. However, at this moment, more than his appetite, he seemed to be overwhelmed by layers of desires.
Li Xin's eyes were dark as he grasped the other person's wrist, staring at the curve of the other person's face. Suddenly, something flashed through his mind like lightning.
No, if they wanted to kick him out, they could have just notified Mr. and Mrs. Su. Why wait in the closet?
Li Xin's Adam's apple bobbed, his pupils were dark, revealing a hint of inky danger.
Her voice was soft and seductive, "But I stole some clothes, and the young master is just kicking me out like this? Isn't that too easy on me?"
Su Jinmu smiled with satisfaction. He knew that Li Xin was not ready to return to the Li family yet and would definitely not leave.
Su Jinmu stared at Li Xin and scanned his surroundings. The boy was tall and slender, with smooth and well-defined muscles in his waist and abdomen. His skin was pale, and his upright and refined appearance was paired with scarlet lips, making him both cold and aloof.
It looks quite good.
Su Jinmu's gaze roamed over him, then she released his hand and kicked his calf, smiling lazily, "Give me a leg massage."
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