Chapter 19 Indulgence, Leaving Su Jinmu: "Do you know how to serve people?"...
Su Jinmu looked down and saw Li Xin's dark pupils, a hint of gloom flashing across them. She smiled, slowly leaned down, took his hand, and tentatively placed a light kiss on the inside of his wrist.
It carries away the slippery water droplets.
The pungent breath touched the thin skin of her wrist, and Su Jinmu's scalp suddenly tingled. A current surged through her tailbone, crawling all over her body, and she involuntarily shifted her posture.
But at this moment, he was stepping on Li Xin's thigh, his wrist was being tightly gripped, limiting his range of motion, and the grip on his wrist was tightening little by little.
It wasn't pushed away.
Li Xin's breathing became heavier, his scarlet lips, wet with water, appeared even more vibrant. He curved his lips into a graceful and dignified smile, gently wiping away the water droplets along the inside of his wrist, his Adam's apple bobbing heavily.
He leaned down, his lips touching his wet knees.
...Hmm.
Su Jinmu's fingertips went slightly numb. She pursed her lips, her breath becoming hot. She grabbed Li Xin's hair and pulled him up.
Li Xin glanced around, saw something, his eyes flashed with madness, and he smiled faintly.
"Young Master, I'm still a novice and my hands are clumsy, so perhaps I'll have a different feeling."
"Want to give it a try?"
Su Jinmu's body temperature rose higher and higher. She stared at Li Xin for a long time, their equally frantic eyes locked in a passionate gaze.
Su Jinmu's heart was beating a little fast, and after a moment, she laughed.
With the time for his escape from death drawing ever closer, he was still wondering whether he should contact Zhao Ting again to indulge himself.
But actually, the indulgence of the protagonist and the villain seems to be more interesting.
He is not one to suppress his personality.
He admitted that he had been misled by Li Xin.
Su Jinmu lifted Li Xin's chin, looking down at him with her long eyelashes casting shadows on his beautiful eyes. "Do you know how to serve people?"
Li Xin paused, his dark eyes momentarily stunned, before bursting forth with layers of obscure madness, and his lips curled into a sinister smile.
"meeting."
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Li Xin's hands were large, with distinct knuckles and rough palms.
Unfortunately.
Li Xin, miao…….le.
Su Jinmu: "..."
Su Jinmu: "………………"
They're hopeless.
Su Jinmu clicked her tongue, kicked the person away, and turned to walk towards the bathroom.
Forget it, the main character is nothing special.
Su Jinmu was speechless. She stretched out her legs and stepped off the bed. As soon as her feet touched the carpet, an arm reached out from behind her and suddenly exerted force.
"Hmm..."
Su Jinmu groaned, her feet left the ground, and she was suddenly thrown onto the bed, bouncing heavily twice.
Su Jinmu pouted, "No, you'll... um..."
A hand covered his mouth, silencing him. The boy's lips were tightly pressed together, his eyes were dark, and a barely perceptible red appeared at the base of his ears.
Li Xin's voice was extremely deep, "Young Master, forget it, do it again."
Su Jinmu: "..."
The next day, Su Jinmu's good routine of getting up early and going to bed early was disrupted, and she didn't get out of bed for a long time.
To prove he wasn't..., some shady, creepy thing kept tossing and turning him over.
He took back what he said earlier; the protagonist is still quite good.
Su Jinmu's waist was too weak, and she was a little annoyed. She asked Li Xin for his pillow back because she didn't want him to hug it. Li Xin said it was dirty and he had already taken it to wash. He would return it to her when it was dry.
"..."
How did it get dirty?
Su Jinmu's temple twitched.
Su Jinmu wasn't feeling well. The two of them had acted too suddenly yesterday and hadn't prepared enough. Li Xin ordered some ointment for her to apply.
Just like ordering takeout, Li Xin still went outside to pick it up and then brought it up to the third floor.
However, the ointment had a strong and unpleasant smell, so Su Jinmu decided to go to Li Xin's room on the first floor to apply it and started walking downstairs.
Before the items arrived, Su Jinmu went to the door of Li Xin's secluded room and saw the crack in the door that couldn't be closed again, which reminded her that there was something wrong with Li Xin's door.
...Maybe we should go back to the third floor.
Su Jinmu turned to walk back, but when she glanced to the side, she caught a glimpse of a figure out of the corner of her eye. She paused, then turned back.
Li Xin must have noticed the problem with the door, so he moved the table that was originally facing the door.
The room is small and completely open; even with a slight change in angle, you can still see what's inside.
Li Xin held a new bottle of glucose water tightly in one hand, and his pillow in the other.
Li Xin seemed unable to contain his excitement. He pressed his nose against the pillow, gave a strange and deep smile, picked up the glucose water, and swallowed it easily and smoothly.
This was completely different from the agonizing ordeal of someone forcing themselves to swallow food by gripping their own neck that I had seen last time.
Su Jinmu was taken aback.
How come it was so easy to swallow this time?
The anorexia has subsided?
Su Jinmu's gaze fell on the pillow that Li Xin was clutching tightly.
It doesn't look dirty. The little tail on the corner is dark blue and hasn't turned white, meaning it hasn't been washed.
After finishing his drink, Li Xin paused for a while, moved the pillow further away, and then drank again. The feeling of choking and swallowing returned, like a stuffy blockage in his trachea, or like a knife cutting into his flesh.
He leaned closer to the cushion, inhaled its sweet fragrance, and took a sip.
The throat muscles obediently swallowed again.
This is……
Su Jinmu watched his movements, her expression unchanged, only her eyes gradually darkened, her emotions dissipated, leaving only a hint of indifference.
Yes, back then, Li Xin was murdered by his father and his mistress, who poisoned his food and set it on fire.
Although Li Xin survived, he developed a fear of fire and anorexia.
He was unable to swallow any food, including water.
Anything that enters his mouth will cause him to feel disgusted, his stomach will cramp, and his throat will feel blocked. Subconsciously, he does not want anything to go into his stomach.
Fear of fire can be addressed by avoiding fire sources, but loss of appetite is something that must be addressed or alleviated.
Su Jinmu lowered her eyes and suddenly remembered what Li Xin had repeatedly said before: it smelled very good.
They would secretly take his clothes and straw hat, smell his bathwater, and rub against him while eating lobster.
And, last night, Li Xin deliberately splashed water on his arm.
...He really did become a spice in the seasoning.
At that time, his mouth was dry and parched; Li Xin was probably really thirsty.
Su Jinmu forced a smile, ignoring the strange feeling in her heart, curled her fingers, and turned to leave.
As if sensing something, Li Xin turned to look at the door, but it was silent outside, and behind the crack was an empty space, devoid of anything.
The boy frowned slightly, looked at the door, but there was still nothing there.
Li Xin's eyes darkened. He came downstairs to get the medicine, but the intense emotions from last night had not yet subsided, so he went back to his room for a while. When he saw the unwashed pillow, he couldn't help but hold it in his hand and play with it.
The pillow is soft, but not as soft as the young master's.
Li Xin raised his lips and casually tested the extent to which the lingering sweet scent on the fabric could affect his anorexia.
He'd had this cushion for many days, but he'd never used it; he'd just been hugging it.
I'm not calm enough today, so I might as well give it a try.
While you're at it, touch the cushions a few more times.
You have to return it after washing it.
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The ointment delivery was delayed, and my morning flower arranging class was already overdue; the maid had come to urge me twice.
When Li Xin brought the takeout to the third floor, Su Jinmu had already entered the flower arrangement classroom.
The room was stocked with various flowers, all cut from the garden. The economically valuable cultivated varieties were located in remote areas, mostly in the corners of the glass greenhouse, while the open-air garden was almost entirely filled with ornamental varieties.
In the classroom, there was a low table with several vases of different styles, colors and sizes on it. Beside the table was a low cushion surrounded by cut flowers.
The teacher always liked and trusted Su Jinmu's flower arrangement assignments, so she usually didn't disturb him while he was arranging flowers, only coming over to check on him and offer comments and guidance when the time was almost up.
Su Jinmu usually used this class to catch up on sleep, and today was no exception. She lay on the low table, closed her eyes sleepily, and felt a slight pain in her temples.
Li Xin put the medicine back in Su Jinmu's bedroom, brought in a soft cushion, and saw Su Jinmu lying on the table. His eyes darkened.
"uncomfortable?"
A low, gentle voice sounded nearby, and a pale hand touched his forehead, checking his temperature.
Su Jinmu opened her eyes, her long, dark eyelashes slightly lowered, and she glanced over indifferently.
Young Master Su's expression seemed a little off.
Li Xin's lips tightened slightly, his eyes darkened, and he asked in a low voice, "You don't have a fever, do you want to go back to the bedroom to rest?"
Su Jinmu's gaze fell on him, slowly sliding down his neck and Adam's apple before gradually withdrawing it.
“No need,” he said.
Li Xin wanted to replace the futon with a soft cushion, and Su Jinmu let him change it. She continued to lie on the low table, but after a while, he held her shoulders and helped her up.
Li Xin sat up straight and leaned the person against him.
...What a coincidence, his head was resting on the boy's shoulder, very close. Li Xin only needed to turn his head to the side, and the tip of his nose could brush against his cheek.
Su Jinmu lowered her eyelashes and quietly closed her eyes.
Without a doubt.
He was able to treat Li Xin's anorexia.
That's not surprising. Anorexia and sex addiction are both psychological problems. Psychological problems, no matter how bizarre, are not so strange.
Just like his addiction, some people with addiction meet a special person, and the addiction disappears and never reappears, and they live a normal life from then on.
Some people, when they encounter something different, will experience a recurring addiction.
This villain can cure the protagonist's anorexia, but the protagonist is of no help to his sex addiction.
What's this?
A stepping stone for the protagonist?
Su Jinmu closed his eyes, and Li Xin stared at him for a while, feeling that something was off, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. He guessed that it might be because he was tired.
Keeping one shoulder still, she raised the other arm, picked up the vase, and thoughtfully put some flowers inside, while helping Su Jinmu with her homework.
Su Jinmu raised her long eyelashes, glanced at the scene out of the corner of her eye, and her thoughts shifted.
Li Xin is the protagonist. He is gloomy and perverted, with a decent appearance but a heart of evil. He is an insane lunatic without a doubt.
Although he has anorexia, would he really go to such lengths to eat?
Su Jinmu pursed her lips, her head aching more and more. Amidst the soft rustling sounds in the background, she closed her eyes and fell asleep.
Li Xin wanted him to sleep a little longer, so she woke him up before the teacher entered the room, then handed in the flowers she had arranged, pretending that Su Jinmu had arranged them herself.
Li Xin didn't know anything about flower arranging, but she could easily guess that the key was color matching. To be on the safe side, she used different shades of the same color family, with small flowers wrapped around larger flowers in a vase.
There seemed to be no problem, but this teacher was more into color blocking, and when he saw this zero-point creation, his face suddenly darkened.
She felt that Su Jinmu had betrayed her trust.
So, just as Su Jinmu opened her eyes and was still not fully conscious, she was met with an angry, wet rattan cane from her teacher.
Su Jinmu: "..."
Li Xin frowned and wanted to step forward, but was stopped by Su Jinmu. He watched helplessly as two red and swollen lines appeared on the left and right sides of the young master Su's soft and delicate palms.
It rose rapidly.
When Su Jinmu first abandoned her pretense and tried to knock him unconscious in the garden, this was the mark on her hand.
A sinister glint flashed in Li Xin's eyes, deep and terrifying. He pulled Su Jinmu's hand and examined it carefully.
When Su Jinmu woke up, the pain in her hand had cleared her head a bit. She looked at the other person's movements and followed their gaze to her own palm.
It was red just now.
It was already bleeding.
It seems that Teacher Wu is really angry.
Su Jinmu thought casually.
Li Xin took the tissue and gently wiped his palm. The bright red blood quickly stained the white tissue.
Su Jinmu watched calmly, and after the other person finished wiping, she saw Li Xin casually put the blood-stained tissue into his pocket.
Then they took him back to the bedroom on the first floor.
Su Jinmu followed behind him, then suddenly tugged at the corners of her mouth and let out a deep laugh, her features relaxing.
That's really interesting.
.
Smell, aroma.
What things can be tainted by his aura?
Sweat? Blood? Semen?
Sweat is clothes and pillows, blood is tissues, and semen is that night.
At night, Su Jinmu lay back in bed with a blank expression. Li Xin offered to apply medicine to him, but he refused and went to the bathroom to do it himself.
Li Xin stared intently at the young master Su, whose skin was as white as jade, on the bed, frowned slightly, and spread out the bedding beside the bed.
"Squeak, squeak..."
The door lock made a slight clicking sound.
Su Jinmu looked up, and before she could react, the door suddenly slammed open with a loud bang, and Su's parents and Su Zeya, who had just returned from a business trip, crowded together at the doorway.
Su Zeya tried to stop his father from opening the door, but couldn't. He looked at Su Jinmu apologetically, "Xiaomu, Big Brother... Mom and Dad... are..."
He hesitated, finding it difficult to speak.
What is he supposed to say? That his parents suspected their youngest son's life was not transparent and broke into his door in the middle of the night to check on him?
Su Jinmu sat up from the bed.
Su's parents immediately scanned the room, their gazes turning cold as they looked at Li Xin, the servant who shouldn't have been in the bedroom.
"Xiao Mu, it's nothing. We just came to check on you and see how you're resting."
Previously, Xiao Mu had made Li Xin sleep by the door, but then moved him inside. The servants had been saying that Xiao Mu disliked Li Xin and was throwing tantrums and bullying him, so they didn't pay any attention to it.
But news came back from the Kasugaenbaba (Spring Banquet Horse Farm).
These two were even riding the same horse!
This doesn't sound like someone who doesn't like bullying others.
So he took the key from the housekeeper and came over specifically to check on things when it was almost bedtime.
Su's mother's gaze swept over Li Xin, then she looked at the bedding on the floor and felt slightly relieved.
The bed in the room is large, and there's at least a sofa. If Xiao Mu really had something going on with that Li Xin, she wouldn't be making people sleep on the floor.
Su's mother said gently, "Xiao Mu, did we disturb you? We just called someone in to clean up."
Su Jinmu: "…………"
Such a gentle way of putting it.
Su Jinmu glanced at the time and slightly tugged at the corners of her mouth.
If they had arrived a day earlier and opened the door, they would have seen him rolling around with Li Xin.
"Father, Mother, is there anything else?" Su Jinmu asked.
Su Zeya quickly stepped forward, trying to pull the two away, "Dad, Mom, you've seen it all, let's go back, we won't disturb Xiaomu's rest."
Su Zeya slammed the door shut and pushed his parents away.
“…Huh?” Su’s mother was a little reluctant; she hadn’t finished speaking yet.
The door closed, and silence returned to the entrance. Su Jinmu's gaze remained fixed on the door, slightly lost in thought.
In the past, the servants who entered the room would report every detail of his house to his parents.
He thought this was a high expectation his parents had for him, a kind of love that was hard to express.
He did very well; he was restrained, obedient, and shy.
She also received a lot of satisfaction and love from her parents.
He thought it was love.
But later, he discovered that his parents were trying to sell him for a good price.
Therefore, we use the most expensive feed and find the most meticulous caregivers.
If he hadn't awakened and hadn't known the original text, perhaps he would still be kept in the dark, living as an obedient young master.
He constantly suppresses and restrains himself in exchange for a little bit of his parents' love and praise, and is overjoyed by it.
He could never tell whether someone was sincere or not.
He couldn't see clearly.
Su Jinmu glanced sideways at Li Xin, who was staring intently at him from the bedside.
Li Xin frowned more and more as she looked him over, her voice low and gentle, "Young Master?"
Are you in a bad mood?
Something's not right.
Su Jinmu shook her head, lay back in bed, closed her eyes, and said, "Go to sleep."
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Wednesday afternoon.
This is a key point mentioned in the original text: Li Xin and his maternal grandfather secretly meet to discuss their next steps in gradually taking over the Li family.
After that, the Li family lost a vital arm and suffered a severe blow.
However, the original text does not specify where they met.
Su Jinmu thought for a moment, then went to the restaurant where she had run into Li Xin and his maternal grandfather by chance last time. She arrived early and found a secluded spot to sit.
Li Xin and his maternal grandfather arrived one after the other.
As Su Jinmu listened to their discussion, she idly scrolled through her phone screen, swiping from left to right and from right to left.
Grandfather paused, halting the business discussions, and tentatively asked, "I paid a servant in the Su family to inquire about some things. I heard that the second young master of the Su family is always causing you trouble?"
"Should I find someone to help you get revenge?"
Li Xin's eyes darkened, a cold and ruthless aura spreading as he stared at his maternal grandfather, as if he were addressing a subordinate rather than a blood relative.
Her tone was icy: "Don't do anything unnecessary, stay away from him."
Grandfather paused for a moment, then nodded.
Su Jinmu listened casually, while Li Xin's tone softened, "The Su family is just a small business, there's no need to pay attention to them."
The two exchanged a few more words and then left one after the other. Su Jinmu sat up slightly and caught a glimpse of Li Xin's back, which vanished in an instant. She tugged at the corner of her mouth.
The crucial moment for Li Xin to bring down the Li family is approaching. Li Xin tells him to stay away from him, but also says he doesn't care about the Su family.
Perhaps they were afraid he would get involved.
Of course, this was just his guess, or perhaps Li Xin really didn't care.
Su Jinmu lowered his eyes, took a sip of water. He didn't have the ability to know people's faces and hearts, and he couldn't see through the truth.
I don't want to guess.
He no longer wanted to feel anxious about someone else's slightest bit of affection.
Su Jinmu was about to die, so whether the living cared or not was none of his business.
Su Jinmu took a deep breath, put down the cup, patted her face, and got up to leave.
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The fire-fighting equipment in the glass greenhouse was simply moved in; Su Jinmu didn't let them dismantle it. After entering the greenhouse, she closed the door, pressed a switch, and then changed the transparent glass to an opaque black, saying to outsiders that it was necessary for equipment installation.
The Su family's glass greenhouse is a common feature, and no one finds it strange.
Su Jinmu tidied up the equipment inside, then organized the reserved set, went to the far corner of the greenhouse, moved the vase, revealing a small, vertical pit of half a cubic meter underneath.
He used to be unable to hide anything in his room, so he buried things in the glass greenhouse, digging a little and burying a little. Over time, the digging became bigger and bigger, but the soil was very loose and not very stable.
Su Jinmu buried everything inside, but there wasn't enough room. So, she had to put the extra items in the visible section and put everything back in its place.
Back in the bedroom, covered in dirt again, he took a shower and was walking barefoot to the bed when the bedroom door suddenly opened.
A tall, refined-looking young man pushed open the door and entered.
Su Jinmu saw the takeout bag he was carrying, "You—"
Just as he opened his mouth, his waist suddenly tightened. The boy stepped forward, grasped his waist on both sides, easily lifted him up, sat him down on the edge of the bed, and stared at him, saying, "You'll catch a cold if you go barefoot."
Su Jinmu: "..."
Li Xin stared intently at the handsome young man on the bed, observing his expression, and leaned down in a low voice, "Is the young master in a better mood?"
Li Xin picked up the towel next to him, held his ankle, and slowly and meticulously wiped it, lowering his eyes and raising the corners of his lips slightly.
Su Jinmu: "..."
Whether it's genuine or feigned, whether it's for ulterior motives or not, it's quite remarkable that they've gone this far.
Su Jinmu clicked her tongue and pulled her leg back a little. "It's nothing, I'm just in a bad mood. You can go do whatever you need to do."
What should he do?
Li Xin raised an eyebrow slightly, seeing that his expression seemed to have returned to normal, and smiled. His job was to serve Young Master Su.
Li Xin held his ankle tightly, placed it on his knee, and gently massaged his calf. His tone was low and slow, and the corners of his mouth curved up slightly. "Young Master, you must be tired from tidying up the greenhouse equipment. Take a rest, I'll massage you."
Su Jinmu: "..."
My calves felt hot and tingly from the massage; this was a common tactic Li Xin used to entice him with something.
In the past, he was happy to be seduced.
But looking at him today, I felt something was off; he wasn't as carefree and unrestrained as before.
I couldn't muster any interest in his various methods.
...there's no atmosphere.
Su Jinmu clicked her tongue, "No need, I'm not tired."
He pulled his leg back again, but his ankle was still firmly held in place. Li Xin's eyes darkened, his dark pupils unfathomable, staring at him strangely.
Su Jinmu glanced down at him indifferently. Li Xin lowered his eyes, his voice low and muffled, seemingly revealing a hint of animalistic grievance, "Yes."
Su Jinmu: "..."
Su Jinmu pressed her temples, feeling a headache coming on.
Li Xin washed his hands and opened the takeout bag. "Let's eat first. I ordered grilled fish."
Su Jinmu: "I'm not hungry, you eat."
Li Xin paused slightly, his action of unpacking the bag stopped in place, and slowly turned his head. Little by little, a beastly, predatory look seeped into his dark eyes, cold and stern, but he quickly suppressed it.
Something's not right.
Something's not right.
Something was off even before Su Jinmu's parents barged into the room.
Therefore, this strange situation cannot be simply attributed to the bad mood caused by Su's parents' intrusion.
...From what point did it begin?
Li Xin lowered his eyes, his eyelashes obscuring his dark and gloomy pupils. When he raised them again, his voice was low and slow, soft and delicate.
"Did I do something to upset the young master? Was my technique too bad?"
Su Jinmu really had a headache, and pinched the bridge of her nose.
...Although this problem exists.
But that's not the reason.
He still needs to calm down and think about how to face Li Xin.
Su Jinmu's expression softened slightly. She looked up and stared intently at Li Xin. "Go back to your own room."
Li Xin's expression suddenly changed.
Su Jinmu said calmly, "I made you sleep by the door or on the floor before so that no one else could enter my bedroom."
"Now that the person has already come in and looked around, there's no need for you to stay here any longer."
A hint of danger emanated from those dark eyes, and Li Xin licked his scarlet lips, staring intently at them.
He curved his lips into a gentle smile, his eyes alluring, and whispered, "Young Master, I'm not stupid."
He leaned closer, his tall figure casting a heavy shadow over Su Jinmu, their breaths almost mingling.
Su Jinmu smelled the damp, cold scent. Li Xin's lips curved into a half-smile as he squeezed Su Jinmu's fingertips, his voice low and slow, "I went downstairs to get the ointment. Did anything happen before I came back?"
After that, Su Jinmu's gaze towards him changed somewhat.
What happened in between that caused him to suddenly change his attitude?
Su Jinmu's fingertips were being rubbed by him, causing a messy, itchy sensation. His hand followed Su Jinmu's fingertips, moving up to her wrist, massaging her knuckles, and seemingly imprisoning her in a lingering, almost imperceptible circle.
It's a position to prevent him from breaking free.
Su Jinmu was starting to get annoyed.
If we expose the truth about anorexia... Li Xin is the protagonist, a gloomy and crazy guy.
His current understanding of Li Xin is limited to the original text. He is unsure whether he can control the subsequent developments after this matter is exposed.
He just wanted to find someone to have sex with, not someone to put him in a shackle.
Su Jinmu pursed her lips, her head began to throb, she frowned slightly, her face paler than usual, cold as frost.
He grabbed Li Xin by the collar and pulled him down, then kicked him in the shin.
"Hmm..."
Li Xin was grabbed by the collar, one knee was pressed to the ground, his slender fingers pressed against the edge of the bed, he groaned, and then actually grinned, his eyebrows and eyes were bright red, and his lips were scarlet.
His gaze was intense and eerie as he asked, "Is the young master feeling better?"
Su Jinmu grabbed his collar, pulled him closer, and looked down at him expressionlessly.
"Don't question what I say. Either go back to the first floor or pack your bags and get out."
The smile on Li Xin's face vanished, leaving only a dark, unreadable gaze fixed on him.
Su Jinmu's anger was not caused by any other person or thing.
They came specifically for him.
What did he do?
Li Xin slowly got up, hugged her thin blanket, glanced at him with a faint look, and turned to walk away.
"Wait a minute," Su Jinmu called out to him, "There's also that thick one."
Li Xin's eyes were dark and unfathomable. "That's yours."
Su Jinmu didn't even look up, closed her eyes and pinched her brow. "It's yours."
To avoid starving to death.
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Su Jinmu developed a fever in the middle of the night, probably because she had a slight fever after they finished having sex. They got carried away and did it without even using a condom.
Although Li Xin consciously tried to avoid getting it in later, that time was unavoidable.
I had a low-grade fever for two days. Today I went out for some fresh air and moved equipment and flower pots, and my fever spiked in the evening.
Su Jinmu doesn't often get fevers. After drinking some water, she closed her eyes and was lively and energetic the next morning.
Having some free time in the evening, and not wanting Li Xin to keep hanging around, I went out to play with Feng Yixing.
Feng Yixing is a typical playboy, wearing short skirts and frequenting various clubs, but all she does is talk a good game, touch hands, and drink.
The people at the club really liked customers like him.
Today, the club was still serving drinks as usual. Feng Yixing found a few new styles, all with a pure and forbearing vibe, featuring a brother and sister duo who depend on each other for survival, with the younger sister being sick and the younger brother being pitiful.
That's quite interesting.
The person opposite her was named Jiao Li, a rare name, and it was her real name. She held a glass of wine and handed it to Su Jinmu with a restrained expression.
"Young master, please have a drink."
When Su Jinmu first came in, she was caught off guard by this scene and thought that if she was unwilling, so be it.
Jiao Li smiled instantly, looking pure and adorable, "Young Master, don't you like this character? What kind do you like? Patient and pitiful, pure and innocent, evil and cold, ruthless scum, I can do it all."
He added, "Oh, a domineering CEO won't do. I don't look domineering. If the young master likes that type, he'll have to find another colleague."
His eyes sparkled. "What kind do you like?"
Su Jinmu: "..."
Su Jinmu: "…………"
He silently processed it for a moment, then said, "It was that one just now, the acting was quite good."
Better than that crazy guy Li Xin, who always manages to feign helplessness and make it obvious to everyone.
...Never mind, I'll stop thinking about him for now.
Su Jinmu drank some alcohol and felt dizzy. It was probably because her fever had just subsided and her body hadn't fully recovered, so she soon felt a little lightheaded.
"Young Master, have a drink." Jiao Li held the wine cup, looking somewhat aggrieved and pitiful, her arm trembling slightly, "I can't hold it anymore."
His acting was quite good. Su Jinmu was in a daze, and when she looked down, she could vaguely see Li Xin's shadow.
Su Jinmu smiled and took the wine glass, but her vision blurred and she lost her grip, spilling most of the wine on Jiao Li.
The other person immediately picked up the act, their suppressed anger tinged with resentment, "You can't treat people like this! You're spilling wine on me now, are you going to pour it down my collar later?!"
Su Jinmu: "...??"
Su Jinmu paused.
Jiao Li whispered a reminder to him, "Get back to the scene, fall down, fall down quickly."
Su Jinmu: "…………"
What happened? We went out to have fun, but ended up as extras.
Su Jinmu hesitated for a moment, then, urged by Jiao Li, poured the wine in, and with a slight flick of her wrist, spilled most of it outside.
Pepper looked humiliated, her eyes seemingly filled with tears, and she gritted her teeth, "I hate you, I will remember this humiliation—" Humiliation!
A cold, white hand reached out without warning, snatched the empty wine glass from Su Jinmu's hand, and threw it into Jiao Li's arms. The hand was gloomy and its voice was as cold as ice.
"Hate him?"
He scoffed, "You don't deserve it."
Jiaoli: "???"
Who came from, trying to steal the spotlight?
Su Jinmu: "..."
Su Jinmu's wrist tightened as he was forcefully pulled up. A strong arm wrapped around his waist, half-hugging and half-pushing, and quickly carried him out of the club.
It was completely dark. This was the back gate. The streetlights were dim and blurry, and there were hardly any pedestrians or vehicles.
Su Jinmu felt dizzy, leaned against the wall, and looked up at the boy in front of her.
Li Xin was taller than him, standing in front of him, almost blocking all the light, creating a dark and gloomy space that trapped him. The corners of his eyes seemed to be tinged with red, carrying a cold and fierce aura.
Why did you pour wine on him?
...The cold and unfriendly questioning seemed to be a defense of justice?
Su Jinmu: "???"
Su Jinmu was surprised for a second, then realized he had misunderstood. Just as she was about to explain, Li Xin leaned closer, his voice gentle but terrifyingly deep, his eyes fixed on her.
"The young master poured wine down my collar and then kissed me. Would he do the same to that person?"
Su Jinmu stared at him, her delicate, rosy lips slightly pursed. The headache returned, and she shook her head. "...No."
Li Xin pursed his lips, seemingly a little more relaxed, but his gaze remained fixed on him, pressing close, their breaths mingling.
"Then why did you bully him?"
Is Li Xin's assessment of his previous act of pouring wine on his collar simply bullying him?
Is it really that simple?
Su Jinmu paused, pursed her lips, and said, "You—"
"Why aren't you bullying me anymore?"
Li Xin interrupted him, his voice lowering, his scarlet lips slightly downturned, his body drawing closer and closer, pressing his head down on his shoulder, his voice near his ear, growing even more subdued, "Are you tired of me?"
Su Jinmu: "..."
Su Jinmu had barely uttered a word so far, as Li Xin interrupted her every time. She was pressed almost straight against the wall, her head tilted back slightly by Li Xin's head, and she was breathing with her face upturned.
Before he slept with Li Xin, he felt that Li Xin was not someone he could easily get rid of after a casual fling.
Now it seems that's indeed the case.
Of course, it cannot be ruled out that Li Xin's acting skills are equally good, and all her actions are to alleviate her anorexia.
Su Jinmu glanced at him sideways, brushed her cheek against his ear, and said calmly, "What if I said yes?"
Li Xin's eyes darkened, and he raised his head. "You play with me and then throw me away?"
The boy licked his scarlet lips, curving them slightly, and grasped his wrist, staring intently at him. "That doesn't make sense."
Su Jinmu is a person on the verge of death, and she cannot be reasoned with.
Su Jinmu raised an eyebrow. "We only did it once. You don't think that just because you slept with me, I can't live without you, do you?"
"Sex is the least important thing in a person. Just because I slept with you doesn't mean I lost my personality or became your appendage."
Li Xin's expression darkened, his eyes became gloomy, and the corners of his mouth turned down again. "That's not what I meant."
The conversation seemed to be heading in the wrong direction.
Li Xin unconsciously tightened his grip on the other person's hand.
.
Back at the Su family home, Su Jinmu took a shower and lay on the bed.
He locked the door from the inside, and lying in bed, he turned over and looked down at the floor.
The carpet was empty.
There were no blankets, and no one was there.
Li Xin hadn't lived here for very long, and he was actually a little unaccustomed to the sudden move.
Su Jinmu pursed her lips, her long eyelashes drooping, her eyes closed, her mind a jumble of thoughts she couldn't quite make sense of.
However, there is no doubt that he was effective in treating Li Xin's anorexia.
And he should have discovered it very early.
The day after he woke up and tried to knock out Li Xin with electricity, Li Xin started bringing him meals.
That time was absolutely well taken advantage of.
As for now.
He couldn't tell the difference.
Su Jinmu had a headache. Her mind was heavy, and a jumble of emotions arose, along with her desires.
He was experiencing withdrawal symptoms.
Su Jinmu's breathing gradually quickened, and her porcelain-white skin looked as if a layer of light pink glaze had been applied.
Her rosy lips were pressed tightly together, making her small, moist, and striking cupid's bow appear even more captivating.
It tempts one to reach up and nibble, to lick it, its wet surface glistening with moisture.
Su Jinmu's breathing was rapid and heavy. She curled up in the quilt, her hands also tucked under the covers, reaching down.
In the sweltering bed, I was caught off guard and touched a cold, hard hand.
Su Jinmu: "!!!"
Su Jinmu was startled and withdrew her hand. Her head popped out from under the covers and, without warning, saw a familiar, dignified, and beautiful ghost face.
How did you get in?
Li Xin lowered his eyes, his expression hardening, and said in a deep voice, "I have the key. Young Master forgot to go back."
Su Jinmu: "..."
Su Jinmu felt a surge of heat throughout her body, her blood boiling. Her lips were a deep, luscious red, and she pursed them, her usually cold expression now tinged with desire as she stared at him.
Li Xin's eyes were dark. He obediently knelt on one knee by the bed and took the initiative to explain, "I guess the young master is in a bad mood tonight and might have an outburst."
“This is none of your business, get out,” Su Jinmu said.
Li Xin leaned forward, but instead of going out, he reached his hand deeper into the blanket, his eyes dark and pitiful.
"The young master is angry because of me, and I can't just ignore it."
Su Jinmu: "..."
Su Jinmu lay back, but she was not as fast as Li Xin who was standing upright. Her wrist was suddenly grabbed and then pulled outward with great force.
"Hmm..."
Su Jinmu tilted her head back, her breathing becoming more rapid, and a faint pink tinge spread across her fair neck.
Li Xin clenched his fist, concealing the hint of mad possessiveness and sinister malice in his eyes. He lowered his gaze, gripping one hand tightly while pulling Su Jinmu's hand out from under the covers with the other.
A light brush against the forehead, then to the tip of the nose, and finally to the scarlet lips.
Her voice was low and husky, "I will serve the young master however he wants me to. If you're angry, we can get over it tomorrow morning, okay?"
Su Jinmu: "..."
Did I ask you to serve me?
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