Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

A faint aroma of cognac and the sweet scent of dried fruit, like perfume or laundry detergent, but what kind of laundry detergent would smell like this?

She found it a little strange, and besides, the smell was too similar to what Si Shi had on him.

Half of her body was inside the wardrobe, the scent lingering and enveloping her, as if she were completely enveloped by the hour of Si (9-11 AM).

Su Mian felt a chill run down her spine. She pursed her lips, snapped back to reality, and began searching intently. But then a hand gently draped over her waist, sending shivers down her spine.

She froze, still clutching a tie from Mao Rongjun's wardrobe, too afraid to move.

"What are you looking for, wife?"

His voice was hoarse, with a low and languid tone, and his chest rose and fell slowly, as if he had just woken up.

His face, framed by messy hair, softened his sharp features and added a touch of youthful charm.

Behind the unseen facade of sleep lies the true face of the hour of 9 AM, the unadjusted face beneath the mask.

No one knew that he had taken Mao Rongjun's identity, allowing the real person to leave quietly in that mountain temple.

Su Mian took a deep breath, loosened the tie from the closet, and her palms were already sweaty.

But she couldn't panic; she hadn't achieved her goal yet and had to deal with the situation.

She glanced at the hand still resting on her waist, then slowly raised her head. "You'll be living here eventually, so let me help you organize your wardrobe."

"Since you were still asleep, I didn't wake you, sir."

"Hmm, it is a bit messy."

After glancing at the wardrobe, the man commented, and Su Mian felt a pang of guilt.

Actually, the wardrobe wasn't messy to begin with, but after she rummaged through it, it became like this.

Fortunately, Mao Rongjun didn't hold it against him.

Su Mian breathed a sigh of relief, thinking she had fooled the man, but he hadn't left yet. Instead, he put his other arm around her, his voice laced with laughter.

"Marry me, and you won't have to do anything, my wife."

"I'm happy just to have you here, without having to tidy up the closet, do laundry, or cook."

"If only you could stay with me forever."

He paused inexplicably, and his tone became even softer.

"I wonder how happy I will be..."

As she spoke, those hands tightened again, making it hard for Su Mian to breathe.

She was taken aback by this sudden and heartfelt confession, and she sensed a different meaning in it, like a gentle breeze that couldn't find a foothold.

For some reason, hearing these words made her feel a tightness and heaviness in her chest, making it difficult for her to breathe.

The atmosphere changed; the adrenaline surged by the will to survive, and the violent heartbeat slowly subsided, like a dimly lit room.

"you……"

Su Mian broke the silence, wanting to speak but unable to, and was speechless for a moment. It was the man who broke the dull atmosphere first.

He suddenly stood up, picked up a large ice silk shirt from the wardrobe, and compared it to Su Mian. The hem of the shirt just covered half of her thigh, and only half of it.

"I know why you're here, honey, don't lie to me."

"But if you agree to one condition, I'll tell you where my toasting dress is."

Su Mian nodded, signaling him to continue. Si Shi was not surprised that he agreed so readily.

Missions and game victories are always the top priority in Su Mian's mind.

"On the night after our wedding, I want to see you wear it."

After she finished speaking, Su Mian froze, her fingers clenched slightly, and her breathing became rapid.

It wasn't that she didn't understand the implication in those words, but she knew very well that the voting would take place at the wedding.

This is why Su Mian wasn't so resistant to becoming a bride, because she didn't need to get married or enter the bridal chamber.

Mao Rongjun, as an NPC, might not know, but if he did, he would be completely letting her off the hook.

This style of behavior reminded her of someone.

"What, you're not happy about it?"

"No……"

Coming to her senses, she put aside the inexplicable thought and asked, "So, where's your toasting dress?"

"It's drying on the balcony outside on the third floor; you can see it when you walk over."

He stretched and squinted, "There are still many things to take care of for the wedding. I'll go get busy after I wash up, honey."

He spoke casually, as if reporting something.

Su Mian nodded, and only after hearing the man's footsteps, which seemed to indicate that he had left the room, did she slowly raise her head and wait a few minutes before leaving the room.

If someone sees this, there will probably be some gossip, saying things like she couldn't hold back before marriage, which gives me a headache just thinking about it.

Several base layers were hanging on the balcony. Su Mian walked over and her eyes fell on a pink one on a clothes rack, the heat rushing to her head.

Why are her underwear hanging here too?

Su Mian only remembered that she had memorized the family rules yesterday, so she changed out of all her old things and put on the new clothes prepared by the Mao family. She had no idea where the clothes she had changed out of went.

Su Mian has never let anyone wash her underwear since she grew up, and now she has a lot of questions.

Who helped her rub it?

No, no one will do!

Her fair face flushed pink as she deliberately avoided looking at that spot, reminding herself of the purpose of her trip.

Oh well, she won't wear it anymore anyway, let her wash it if she wants.

Ah, go wash up.

……

She went back downstairs to find her mother-in-law. She had chosen the black cheongsam. Her mother-in-law was a little surprised to see her choose it, but after seeing her put it on, she was speechless.

The waist was outlined with a supple curve, and the fabric followed the contours of the body, fitting perfectly without being too tight or too loose.

The gold threads within the subtle patterns resembled a shimmering galaxy in the night, lending the face an air of mystery and nobility, aloofness and purity.

"You actually pull off this color; it would only make most people look older."

"This young lady's temperament and figure are perfect for a cheongsam; everyone who goes out with her will take a second look."

"If anyone dares to say that wearing black is unlucky today, I'll go out and slap them twice!"

The cook was quite witty, which made Su Mian laugh. She then had someone style Su Mian's hair and do her makeup, and her charm immediately came out.

The dark lipstick and very light foundation reveal the superior condition of her natural face. Her eyelashes are clearly defined like butterfly wings, delicate and languid, with a subtle break in the skin.

Like a classical beauty in a painting, she exudes an untold story.

As soon as Su Mian finished tidying up and left the house, all eyes turned to her, and the conversations stopped.

Qiao Yinuo and the others were already waiting for her outside the door. Qiao Yinuo's eyes lit up, and she sighed silently.

Looking around, Su Mian noticed that all the players were wearing cheongsams. Qiao Yinuo was wearing a pale yellow pearl cheongsam, and Tiffany was wearing a light green striped cheongsam.

Both sisters wore basic indigo blue, like sisters from a scholarly family.

Meng Yaya was the only one wearing a red cheongsam, and she panicked when she saw the colors of the others.