Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

Su Mian struggled to breathe and, as she did so, kicked off the lace cushion on the sofa, causing the remote control to slide down as well.

She was kissed so hard that she leaned back and fell onto the side of the sofa, her head resting on a soft pillow. The sofa was just the right size to accommodate her.

But when they managed to hold on until 9 AM, the sofa collapsed again.

Su Mian pressed her foot against Si Shi's thigh, "Answer my question first."

……

At the hour of Si (9-11 AM), he lowered his eyes and lifted the girl onto his lap.

"I'm not punishing you, I just..."

He hesitated, then said, "I just don't dare to think about what would have happened if I had arrived any later."

Su Mian pursed her lips. "But you've come just in time. Don't think about things that haven't happened yet. Aren't I right in front of you now?"

She opened her arms and rushed over to hug him tightly, her veiny hands crumpling the girl's shirt.

"I don't want to lose you. I haven't seen you for so long, so I want you to stay by my side, to see only me, and to be with me alone."

"But it won't be long, really."

Su Mian didn't know how to react. She thought of many reasons, but this one had never come to mind.

She used to think that she couldn't live without the Si hour (9-11 AM), but now it seems that the Si hour can't live without her.

Even though the two of them have already met, life still has so much to go.

When he finally crawled out of another place at 9:00 AM, the first thing he saw was himself in a state of dying struggle.

This image may linger in his mind for a long time, and may even become a lifelong shadow.

The way he vented all of this was simply to trick her into staying there as an experimental subject; the door wasn't even locked, so Su Mian could leave whenever she wanted.

She knew everything, but still remained silent.

This kind of trauma cannot be soothed with just a few words, just like she was before, but she will try her best to heal him, just like she was before.

Let the 9 AM hour gradually pass. If it doesn't work in a month, try a year; if it doesn't work in a year, try two years; if it doesn't work in two years, try a lifetime.

Anyway, she will stay with him and won't leave.

Su Mian hooked her leg around Si Shi's thigh, kissed his eyelids, and gradually moved down, her rosy lips kissing his Adam's apple.

The man's breathing quickly changed, and she was pressed down onto the pillow again, her back stretched out in complete trust.

In addition, the more realistic hormonal atmosphere than in the dungeon overwhelmed her.

His towering figure, standing at 1.9 meters tall, enveloped her tightly in his arms, giving her no chance to breathe. At 11:00 AM, he unbuttoned his shirt and placed his large hand on her burning skin.

This period of laziness has caused Su Mian to gain a little weight, and she looked at Si Shi with dissatisfaction as she pressed her little belly.

The man finally smiled, his forehead resting against her collarbone. Su Mian trembled, her whole body going numb and burning for a moment.

My hand accidentally pressed the remote control, and the channel changed again.

The television was showing footage of the Spring Festival Gala, with the hosts holding greeting cards and smiling.

The music, a blend of gongs, drums, flutes, and dulcimer, created a joyous atmosphere.

Su Mian doesn't like celebrating holidays, and she doesn't watch the Spring Festival Gala much. As soon as the TV screen lights up, it makes her already rosy face even more radiant.

In the heat of the moment, the two paused, and in that atmosphere, it was truly a bit awkward.

Si Shi laughed out loud first, and Su Mian kicked him with her foot to make him turn off the TV.

For the first time, at the hour of Si (9-11 AM), he didn't listen to Su Mian's words. Instead, seeing the girl's ashamed face, he had the idea of ​​bullying her further.

Watching the girl sink into the pillow, lost and helpless, with fine beads of sweat on her forehead, her voice sometimes loud and sometimes soft, sometimes whispering.

Like a kitten, even when it arrives, it won't meow loudly, otherwise it would make her feel embarrassed.

However, with someone's guidance, the kitten was clearly more relaxed about this.

The orange light of day had already faded, and the evening began with a variety of performances, from the opening act to various skits, from traditional martial arts to charity events, from magic shows to unforgettable evenings.

Su Mian hadn't missed a single program this year, but she hadn't heard a single one. Just as she realized how much time had passed, a loud bang suddenly exploded outside the window.

Immediately following was a series of deafening fireworks that exploded densely across the night sky.

Light and shadow shone through the gaps in the curtains into the room, flickering like a heartbeat, one after another.

He lowered his head and kissed her.

Light and shadow danced on their overlapping shadows, red, gold, and white, flashing by in an instant.

Happy New Year, Mianmian.

Su Mian was too weak to answer him.

*

Qin Zheng yawned and turned off the Spring Festival Gala, which she had watched countless times. Her relatives had left in the past few days.

The table was covered with open red envelopes, candies, tangerines, peanuts, and melon seeds, which surprisingly made her feel a little lonely.

Sigh, she'll have to go back to work after the New Year, and her annual leave is gone again.

Qin Zheng looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle and shed tears. She pretended to wipe them away with her manicured hands. Then she saw a figure with his hands in his pockets walking quickly from the room to the door.

"Mianmian, are you playing murder mystery games again?"

Su Mian wrapped the pink scarf next to the shoe cabinet around her neck, paused for a moment, murmured "Mmm," and then quickly went out the door.

Su Huaishan had just come out of the kitchen after washing the dishes when he said, "Hey, this kid, why did he run off again?"

"Going to play a murder mystery game, what else could they be doing?"

Su Huaishan, however, looked suspicious. He sat down next to Qin Zheng and put his arm around her. "I think Mianmian might be in a relationship, right?"

Qin Zheng stopped peeling the orange, the two looked at each other, and immediately rushed to the balcony, leaning over the railing to look down.

As soon as I stood still, I heard the sound of an engine coming from outside the residential area, followed by a black executive flagship car driving in.

However, it is not a typical new luxury car on the market. The chrome trim on the hubs and body edges has the exquisite craftsmanship of old-fashioned craftsmanship, and it is obviously not an ordinary product.

Qin Zheng nudged Su Huaishan hard with her elbow and leaned in to whisper, "Aren't you the one who loves buying cars the most? Can you even tell what brand this is?"

Su Huaishan's eyes were wide open, and his mouth was agape for a long time, but he couldn't utter a single word.

He has been in the car industry for many years and has seen many antique limited editions and rare collectibles, but the car in front of him is a brand that he has only seen in documentaries in foreign museums and has been out of production for decades.

With only a handful remaining in existence worldwide, each one is kept locked away in a collector's garage like a precious ancestor. Driving it on the street, or even touching it, is considered a luxury.

Completely forgetting his purpose in peeking, Su Huaishan had already taken out his phone, eager to go down and meet this discerning "collector".

He had only taken half a step forward when Qin Zheng grabbed his wrist tightly; the man in the car had already gotten out.

The Su family of three lived in a small villa area, surrounded by low-rise buildings and neatly trimmed green belts. Although the two met at the entrance of the community, people upstairs could still see them clearly at a glance.