Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

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Before Su Mian could react, she was enveloped in arms.

Two guards were poised to attack, but Su Mian waved them away.

She lowered her eyes, sniffed lightly, and appeared somewhat indifferent.

"Have you been drinking?"

Forty observed her reaction, clenched his teeth, and felt annoyed.

But she still smiled and nodded, her eyes slightly narrowed and her ears slightly red.

"Who sent the wine?"

Su Mian did not push Forty away, but turned to ask the maid.

The maid didn't expect Su Mian to be so perceptive and panicked immediately. Seeing her guilty look, Su Mian realized that something was definitely wrong.

"You won't talk? Then go die!"

"No, no, no!!!"

The maid's face drained of color instantly, and she immediately knelt down.

"It was the Queen...it was sent by the Queen, please spare my life, Your Highness."

Hearing her words, Su Mian was not surprised. Instead, a look of understanding flashed in her eyes, and she waved her hand to tell them to leave.

Those who thought Elizabeth was in a bad mood didn't dare to provoke her and left without saying a word.

The corridor was much quieter. It was midnight, and no lights were on, not even in the art studio.

Su Mian then realized that there were no lights here, and Forti spent every night in darkness.

Before she could react, a damp sensation came from her ear, and a tingling feeling spread throughout her body. Su Mian's eyes widened, and she missed a beat.

She looked incredulously at Forty, who was smiling, his lips having just touched her ear.

"you……"

"I miss you."

He mouthed the words, but Su Mian, in the darkness, couldn't see what he was saying. She only felt a sense of aggression, as if a disguise had been torn away, carrying the aura of a beast and wildness.

Those slightly drunken eyes thoroughly examined Su Mian, and before the girl could speak, he grabbed her waist and pinned her against the wall.

"Hmm!"

Only when both feet are off the ground can you barely look him in the eye.

When Forty was in the arena, he often saw all sorts of men and women, and licking ears seemed to be the most direct way to flirt.

But the girl's eyes seemed to show nothing but shock. He felt annoyed, so he moved closer, wanting to try again.

He never imagined that one day he would have to resort to methods he once despised.

The moment the tip of my tongue touched the soft earlobe, the person in front of me froze.

Snap –

……

The air fell silent for a moment.

Su Mian's hand was still raised in the air, and her dangling foot, unable to support itself, hooked onto the man's trouser leg.

Looking at Forty's face, which was red from being slapped, her profile was hidden in the shadows, so her expression could not be seen.

Su Mian took a deep breath and tried to reason with him.

"I hate it when people touch me."

……

I ignored her.

He simply held her silently as they returned to the studio, walked through the layers of easels, and placed her on the bed.

Looking at the girl in front of him, whose face was tense and whose eyes were wary, like a kitten facing a formidable enemy, Forti couldn't describe his feelings.

defeat?

No, that's not it. A little princess doesn't have the ability to evoke such emotions in him.

Having lived in the "slaughterhouse" for so long, I've seen all kinds of people. Most of those women are the same: they nestle shyly against a man's chest, and after sleeping with him twice, they pull out their gold and silver jewelry, leaving the woman physically and mentally scarred.

Most of those women were devout "followers" of the princess, and they felt no shame because it was nothing compared to Elizabeth.

So, the person in front of me is simply... the princess of legend.

Two different things.

"I'll assume you're drunk, Forty. It's late, I need to go to rest."

Seeing that he had been silent for a long time, Su Mian wondered what he was thinking. Her desire to challenge the Red Shoes had also diminished, and she only wanted to rest now, immediately.

She sat up in bed, and Forti pulled her back. This time, by the moonlight, Su Mian saw his thin lips slightly parted, and at that moment, her eyes widened.

who are you?

Forty wanted to question her, to see her carefully crafted facade crumble, revealing a guilty yet beautiful expression, but the girl in front of him froze on the spot, even pulling back the foot that was about to get off the bed.

Forti tilted his head, only to see Su Mian suddenly grab his mouth, her slender fingers digging inside. The sensation of the foreign object made Forti's pupils shrink and his Adam's apple bob.

"You have fangs?"

Forty nodded, not finding it strange at all; he wasn't human to begin with.

But then Su Mian suddenly leaned forward, her breathing somewhat disordered.

"Who are you……"

【Mianmian! 】

4399's voice rose suddenly, interrupting her.

Don't reveal your public persona.

Su Mian closed her eyes briefly. "I know."

It is the hour of Si (9-11 AM).

Su Mian had seen his fangs in the previous instance, so he couldn't be mistaken. Therefore, there is only one possibility: Si Shi was under maintenance. But... why?

Her intuition told her it was because of herself.

For no reason at all, a ridiculous thought arose in Su Mian's mind: he had protected her in so many instances, could she protect him just once?

Forti waved his hand in front of her, and Su Mian snapped back to her senses, but by then she had already let her guard down, and her bristling fur had softened.

Forty couldn't understand this sudden change. He embraced Su Mian, his large hand around her back, and tentatively pressed his lips to her rounded shoulder.

Surprisingly, Su Mian only shrank back and did not move away.

The moment their eyes met, Forti's demeanor changed. He sensed a hint of indulgence, and he would not let this opportunity slip by.

What annoyed him was...

He believes this transformation came from the man Melissa mentioned, who looked very much like him.

He was an accepted substitute.

"Your Highness..."

"Um?"

Su Mian waited in vain for his next move, and impatiently opened her eyes, only to be suddenly tackled to the ground. Her hands were pulled above her head, rendering her unable to move, and his high, straight nose pressed against her collarbone.

"Forty!"

Su Mian gritted her teeth, thinking that was enough. Why was he still so extreme even without his memories, and even more reckless, always making her lose control of her emotions?

"You still haven't told me?"

"Who are you?"

His eyes held not doubt, but certainty. Su Mian didn't know how he could tell Elizabeth was an imposter since he had never met her before.

Even though she had lost her memory, she believed that DM was still sharp and intelligent, after all, DM was always exceptionally gifted at seeing through disguises.

But now, the hour of Si (9-11 AM) is not DM (Dawn).

"How dare you! I am a noble princess, and you, a lowly slave, dare to presume to know my identity."

Forty suppressed the gloom in his eyes. Perhaps because he had drunk some alcohol, he became bolder. His fingertips hooked onto the girl's lace glove and reached straight into her palm.

The person who was still chattering in front of him suddenly stopped, staring at him with wide, wet eyes in disbelief.