Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

A blush of embarrassment appeared on her face at the right moment, and she lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes casting a small shadow on her cheeks.

"Father... I don't know how to thank you enough for allowing me to leave the quarantine area."

"The maid said you hadn't rested yet, so I... took the liberty of bringing some wine."

She raised her eyes, her gaze moist, deliberately letting a hint of innocent, feminine charm leak out from the corners of her eyes.

"I hope I haven't bothered you."

Cain's gaze swept over her bulging skirt before returning to her feigned composure.

He did not respond immediately, but turned and walked to the small round table in the center of the room, on which lay a thick ancient book and next to a glass of water.

"Put the wine on the table."

"Aren't you tired of holding your skirt up like that?"

Su Mian followed his instructions and carefully took out the wine bottles one by one from under her skirt, placing them on the table.

The dark velvet skirt, stained with cellar dust, fluttered slightly with her movements.

She deliberately let her fingers brush against the back of Cain's hand, which was resting on the table, as she placed the last bottle of wine down.

The touch was slightly cool, and Cain's fingers curled up almost imperceptibly, but he did not move them away.

He raised his eyes and looked at her quietly.

Cain's dormant heart pounded rapidly in his chest, but did not falter. He was deep and unfathomable, far from being as gentle and harmless as he appeared.

Therefore, she knew that Cain could understand her hints.

"Father... I've heard that the cathedral in the city-state has the most complete library, which might contain ancient medical texts?"

She leaned slightly forward, positioning herself at an angle where the candlelight would illuminate her best, revealing glimpses of her collarbone beneath her neckline.

"My compatriots... they can't wait any longer. I know the rules of the Vatican; isolation is for the well-being of more people."

"But I just want... even if it's just to go in and look up some information, maybe... maybe I can find a glimmer of hope?"

Her words were a mixture of pleading, despair, and a deliberately softened, dependent tone.

Cain did not answer her question.

He picked up a bottle of wine, looked at the label, and then put it down.

His gaze returned to Su Mian's face, a gaze that seemed to penetrate her carefully maintained facade of fragility, reaching deep into her soul.

"Darling," he said slowly.

"There's a contradictory quality about you. I can sense a subtle aversion in you when you're with that group of people."

He picked up another bottle of deep red liquid. "Why not follow your heart and discard them?"

He uncorked the bottle, and a rich aroma of wine immediately filled the air.

He didn't look for a glass, but simply placed the bottle between the two of them.

"Did you know that in ancient teachings, alcohol was considered a devilish creation that leads people astray, but it can also be used to disinfect wounds and temporarily numb the pain?"

He looked at her, the candlelight flickering in his dark pupils. "Why does Evelyn want to drink?"

Su Mian took off her cumbersome pointed hat, bent down to pour water into a potted plant, and unscrewed the cap to pour in deep red wine.

The rich aroma and sweetness of the red wine were just like the clever and bright girl in front of me.

Her answer will determine whether Cain will help her.

Why do I want to drink...?

She repeated it softly, as if she were chewing over the question.

When he looked up again, his eyes had changed.

It's no longer just a fragile plea, but something deeper, sharper, and more real—the very nature seeping from the cracks.

"Because I wanted to know," she leaned closer to Cain, who was sitting on the sofa, gently placed her arm on his shoulder, picked up a strand of hair, and gently placed it to her lips.

Seemingly unintentional, yet carrying a deliberate provocation, "Is it alcohol that corrupts people... or is it you?"

Cain stared intently at her movements, following the strand of hair in the girl's hand to her lips, his breathing quickening.

"Ephinine." He omitted the honorific for the first time, his voice low and hoarse.

"The thorns of roses can adorn a path of brambles, and the song of the nightingale can mask the sound of a trap."

He picked up the red wine that Su Mian had just poured, his voice becoming extremely soft, as if he were talking to himself.

"But under God's gaze, all the masks..."

"They will all fall off."

He drank the sweet and astringent red wine in one gulp, his lips pressed against the glass. Then he turned and embraced the girl in the high position, like a devout believer offering her nectar.

The moment the wine spread between her lips and teeth, he held the back of her neck, and Su Mian trembled slightly, her breath becoming hot in their presence.

She had anticipated this step, but just as she was about to push him away, she slowly curled her fingers.

The cool, stimulating liquid slid down her throat, and Su Mian heard the sound of her own swallowing amplified in the air. Waves of soft sensation washed over her, and she found herself unable to resist, letting her body succumb.

He sucked the wine stains on her lips again and again, their lips and teeth colliding, the temperature gradually rising.

The rampant and wicked desires tempted the demon's taste buds, and Su Mian momentarily lost his senses, wanting to touch Cain's face.

My hand was grabbed the next second.

Their breaths mingled together in a disordered manner, and the air fell silent for a moment.

After an unknown amount of time, he finally lowered Su Mian's wrist, closed his eyes, and adjusted his breathing.

"Two days from now, you will come with me to the city center, and I will extend your companion's time limit by three days."

Can even God lose control?

As Su Mian listened to Cain's unsteady breathing, her wicked instincts kicked in again.

She smiled, lifted his taut chin, and placed a kiss on his lips.

"Thank you, my Father."

His muscles tensed instantly in response, and a hint of triumph flashed in Su Mian's eyes.

He feigned drowsiness and hurriedly left the room. Once he had achieved his goal, he could leave without a care in the world. The poor priest had to deal with it all by himself.

-

St. Dormition Sanatorium has recently been the subject of many strange rumors, with the main characters being Father Cain and one of his young nuns.

Some wealthy women secretly gathered together during afternoon tea to discuss the matter. Some said they had seen the nun often playing chess with the priest until the morning prayer bells rang.

"It wasn't just playing chess. My wife Martha saw it with her own eyes yesterday when she came to deliver medicine. The two of them went into the library together, and when the maid went in to clean, the books were scattered all over the floor. I don't know what they did."

"What's even more exciting is that I just saw them emerge together from the underground hot spring in the garden..."

Their fingers, hidden beneath silk gloves, tightened slightly, and their hushed voices held a hint of excitement.

……

For the past two days, Su Mian has indeed been sharing a room with Cain.

Ever since that absurd kiss, everything has quietly spiraled out of control.

Whenever she felt a little bored, he would always appear at the right time, order someone to set up a chessboard, and then patiently teach her the rules and moves.

He never deliberately gave in, which quickly ignited Su Mian's competitive spirit. Even after losing game after game, she became more and more determined.

And he stayed by her side, as if time had never passed.