Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

"If you feel like throwing up, be sure to call me. I'll stay right next to you. When you sleep, lie on your side, otherwise if you really throw up, the vomit will block your airway and you'll suffocate. Do you want me to rub your head? You—"

Before Si Shi could finish speaking, Su Mian kissed the mask's lips, frowning slightly. "Why are your lips so cold?"

At 9:00 AM: "...This is a mask, Mianmian, you really should rest."

Unfortunately, Su Mian is now rebellious by nature. She refuses to sleep when asked to, and even poked Si Shi in a very domineering manner.

"Take off your mask."

Si Shi was stunned, and immediately took it off. Su Mian carefully examined the face, which had beautiful eyebrows and eyes and distinct features.

This is her man.

she thinks.

So he kissed her again. The person in front of him was stunned for a moment before responding immediately, grabbing the back of her head with his large hand and taking the initiative.

Her tongue flicked out deftly, and Su Mian gasped heavily a few times. Not satisfied with her weak advances, she straddled the man's side.

She cupped his head and kissed him deeply, sucking and biting until the man, panting, grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her away. Only then did she feel she had won, and she proudly raised her head.

Seeing the kitten's smug look, I felt both helpless and amused. I suppressed my thoughts and sighed, "Stop teasing me, Mianmian. Get some rest, or your head will hurt tomorrow."

Su Mian said "Oh" and was about to get off when she caught a glimpse of the boxes out of the corner of her eye, so she rode back up hard.

She roughly grabbed Si Shi by the neck, not with much force, but with a fierce tone.

"Speak! Whose things are in the box?"

Si Shi (9-11 AM): ...

He was feeling uncomfortable under the weight, sweat beading on his forehead, but the perpetrator wasn't satisfied at all. He kept riding and rubbing against him, and even acted jealous of himself, practically testing his endurance.

He could have just said it directly, but he rarely saw her like this, which made him want to tease her.

"It comes from a very cute little detective."

"I've kept every single piece of clothing. When I miss her, I'll put the clothes to my nose and take a deep breath."

"……abnormal."

Su Mian commented, but felt increasingly uncomfortable, her mind a complete mess.

Isn't he her man? How come he has other girls' clothes? Little detective? Who's the little detective?

"...Mianmian, I'm suffocating."

Su Mian was completely unaware that her grip had tightened. When she came to her senses, she abruptly released her grip, and seeing his nonchalant attitude only made her angrier.

"I'm not going to be friends with you anymore."

"I want to break up."

He had been smiling earlier, but upon hearing those words, his smile vanished instantly. He slowly straightened up, and the atmosphere instantly turned dangerous.

"separate?"

He repeated it, his voice revealing neither joy nor anger.

Su Mian was choked by this sudden sense of oppression. She felt guilty under his gaze, yet she also felt that what he said was right.

"Yeah, you break up with me, then you can openly steal other people's clothes."

Stealing other people's clothes openly and honestly.

This sentence is very awkward, even grammatically incorrect. The tongue is tied in knots in the mouth, and the drunk person says whatever comes to mind.

Si Shi laughed in exasperation. He had been teasing the cat, but ended up making himself furious. Without saying a word, he raised his hand and began to unbutton the back of Su Mian's cheongsam.

Su Mian was startled and covered his hand to stop him.

"What...what are you doing?"

He chuckled softly, then stroked the girl's skin. The black fabric with gold thread made her skin appear even whiter, and the area he touched slowly turned red.

"Brightly stealing other people's clothes."

Su Mian stared wide-eyed at Si Shi, only then realizing that the little detective was talking about her. She felt ashamed and indignant.

But the man was already enraged by the word "breakup," and suddenly there was nothing behind his neck as his shirt was undone.

Then, the large hand touched the side of the cheongsam, its calloused surface making one's heart tremble and feel itchy.

Su Mian was filled with remorse, and she clutched that hand, tears welling up in her eyes.

"No...we're not breaking up."

"Don't take off my clothes."

"It's too late."

At the hour of Si (9-11 AM), his voice was low and hoarse, his chest heaving, and his eyes held a mixture of ferocity and lust, making him unexpectedly sexy and alluring.

He felt a little awkward, so he pulled the girl onto his lap, unbuttoned the side of her clothes, and his lips lingered on her collarbone.

Su Mian, supporting Si Shi's shoulder, was mostly sober. A surge of pleasure welled up inside her, and her eyes filled with tears. She murmured as she spoke.

"Don't...don't touch the back of my legs."

He chuckled softly at the hour of Si (9-11 AM), his vertical pupils becoming more prominent. "Thanks for the reminder."

For the long time that followed, the man would occasionally bring the cheongsam to his nose. The fabric was already thin, but after being repeatedly caressed by his fingertips, it even felt warm, as if it still remembered his body temperature and the effects of the alcohol.

At these times, Su Mian could feel his breathing change rhythm, sometimes near, sometimes far, like the tide testing the shore.

She dared not look at him, and could only stare blankly at the lamp on the corner of the table. The light was blurred by the smell of alcohol and the shadows, making her feel somewhat dazed.

My consciousness felt as if it were being gently pressed down by a hand, then released.

Press and hold again.

Loosen it again.

He would occasionally fold the piece of fabric and then unfold it, as if checking some pattern, his knuckles sliding over it inch by inch.

……

"Mrs. Mao, what would Mr. Mao think if he saw you like this?"

"You were the one who seduced him first, so why are you acting like you were the one who got bullied?"

"Hiss... Don't bite."

"How pitiful..."

……

She sobered up, but seemed drunk again.

*

Su Mian didn't know how long she had slept. The rooster's crowing in the morning didn't wake her. In her semi-conscious state, she only heard a roar.

After a few screams, she gradually came to her senses. She was dry, and the cheongsam she wore yesterday was gone; she was now wearing pajamas.

I only remember going back to my room after getting drunk last night, but... did she go back to her own room?

Later, when she encountered the hour of Si (9-11 AM), she vaguely recalled some fragments, and her expression turned strange again.

But there was no time to think about it now. The roaring sounds downstairs were getting louder and louder. She rolled out of bed, her steps unsteady. After swaying a couple of steps, she quickly grabbed the edge of the windowsill.

The courtyard was decorated to resemble a newlywed's home.

Rows of red lanterns hung neatly, silk ribbons cascaded from the eaves, and a brand-new red carpet stretched from the main entrance all the way to the front of the hall.

There were many paper flowers on the table, and unfinished ones were scattered all over the floor. It seemed that they had been scared away by something before they were even finished cutting them.

Three figures dressed in tattered funeral clothes squatted hunched over in the center of the red carpet.

They had their backs to her, their shoulders shrugging, and they chewed intermittently. One of them was her third uncle, who had choked on his ribs the day before.

He suddenly looked up, his profile fully exposed against the gray, cloud-covered sky.

Half of its cheek was rotten to the bone, its eyes were cloudy, and it held a piece of white shinbone in its hand, gnawing on it with its few remaining black teeth, making a crisp "crunch, crunch" sound.