Immersive Fast Wear: The Anti-Strike Manual of the Heartthrob

Soon, Pan Manwen became serious.

"There's something wrong with this village. One of our people has already died. We have to hurry up and look for clues, find out the secret of the village, and leave the village safely."

"We can't just leave Aunt Zhang alone like this. Let's split up and have one group go find the village chief and ask him to help bury Aunt Zhang. We can also get some information out of him while we're at it."

"Another group of people will try to find some meaningful information that the villagers won't tell you."

Ji Shuyang wanted to find clues to complete the task as soon as possible, but Zhang Huirong's incident brought her a lot of shadows.

Now, wherever she went, her hands never left Mi Lin's clothes. She followed him closely, inseparable, as if she was tied to him.

Mi Lin looked down at his wrinkled clothes and didn't say much. He took the initiative to walk in front of Ji Shuyang and followed her around to look for useful clues.

Their first target was Widow Cui's house.

Just as she said she had something to do when she went out in the morning, when Ji Shuyang and Mi Lin came back, there was no one in the room.

She first tried pushing Widow Cui's door, but it was not locked.

Taking advantage of this excellent opportunity, Ji Shuyang hurried in to search for clues.

Widow Cui's room is just like her, and you can tell it's very different at first glance.

The room she lives in is the master bedroom. It is large and contains a lot of things.

The first thing is a canopy bed that looks like the kind of bed that young ladies in ancient times would live in. It is made of wood and has large peony flowers embroidered on the brightly colored gauze curtains, which is gorgeous and colorful.

In addition, there is a wardrobe, round table, dressing table, and a huge full-length mirror to match the bunk bed.

Just from a quick glance, one can tell that Widow Cui must be extremely fond of beauty and have extremely picky tastes.

It's not a stereotype, it's just that it doesn't make sense for a small village isolated from the outside world to raise someone like Widow Cui.

Ji Shuyang felt that there must be something important in it, so she searched everywhere carefully.

She turned over to the dressing table, opened the first drawer, and immediately found many long and pointed nail plates, which looked somewhat similar to the armor worn by ancient concubines.

However, the nail tips in this drawer don't look like they can be worn directly on the nails. They must require the aid of something before they can be stuck on the nails.

Ji Shuyang thought of the long nails that tapped on the window latch last night. She keenly sensed something, her eyes lit up slightly, and she reached out to take it out for a closer look.

Before she touched it, Mi Lin beside her moved quickly, pressed her hand to close the drawer, and reminded her in a low voice.

"She has come back."

This "she" was, without a doubt, the owner of the room, Widow Cui.

Ji Shuyang's heart skipped a beat and she stood up in panic. Sure enough, she heard a sound coming from outside the house.

The door outside was about to be pushed open, and it was too late to escape.

She was anxious and panicked, and for a moment she lost her sense of direction and bumped straight into Mi Lin's chest.

"Mi Lin, what should we do?"

Mi Lin looked around the room, grabbed her wrist, and walked towards the bunk bed.

They turned sideways and hid in the gap between the bunk bed and the wall.

The gap is not wide. When two people hide together, they need to face each other and keep reducing the gap between them.

The space is small, the distance is short, and the temperature between the two people is constantly rising.

Being too close, Ji Shuyang only felt herself surrounded by the warm breath exhaled by Mi Lin.

The air began to become stagnant, and the fragile heart keenly sensed the deteriorating environment and began to attack at a very fast speed.

Ji Shuyang covered her heart which was beating wildly. Her ears were filled with rumbling sounds, making her feel extremely uncomfortable.

She was the one who valued her life the most. When she noticed something wrong with her body, she quickly took a step back, trying to create a suitable distance so that she could breathe fresh air.

But just as she took a step back, her body hit the bunk bed, making a loud noise that sounded like an alarm bell in her mind.

Widow Cui was getting closer step by step, and every sound she made now increased the chances of herself and Mi Lin being discovered.

If she were discovered in such a strange village, she didn't dare to think about how she would be treated.

Ji Shuyang opened her mouth to breathe and then closed it tightly, put her hands behind her back to hold the bed to stop it from shaking.

The room had just returned to silence when the door was slammed open.

Widow Cui is back.

Ji Shuyang was startled and almost stepped back in shock, bumping into the bunk bed again and making a noise.

Fortunately, Mi Lin reached out and pulled her, and she fell into Mi Lin's arms again, and the distance that she had just barely opened was pulled back again.

Widow Cui entered the room and closed the door.

She looked around the room, sat in front of the dressing table, and found nothing unusual.

I barely passed the first level.

Ji Shuyang should have breathed a sigh of relief, but her heart started to disobey her again. Her face turned pale, and even her lips showed signs of turning purple.

If she persisted in this way, even if Widow Cui didn't find out, she probably wouldn't get any benefit.

"It hurts~"

“It hurts so much~~

"Mi Lin~"

Ji Shuyang raised her head slightly, her eyes confused and tearful, and spoke silently to Mi Lin.

She didn't know how to relieve the discomfort, so she placed all her hopes on the only person she trusted, her eyes full of dependence.

Mi Lin lowered his head, his eyes clearly seeing her current appearance.

In his eyes, Ji Shuyang was like an unknown flower, soft, white, small and very moving.

In contrast to her beautiful appearance is her fragile and easily broken nature.

If there were no tall trees to shelter her from the wind and rain, she would wither and disappear in the wind in less than a day.

Just like now, the delicate flowers are hurt and need help from a powerful external force.

If I leave her alone and no one takes care of her and supports her, Ji Shuyang will quickly wither away.

Mi Lin's long eyelashes trembled, and her dark green eyes reflected some fluctuating emotions in the little light that leaked out.

"Don't scream."

He leaned over and whispered a reminder into Ji Shuyang's ear.

Then, with her confused eyes, he placed his hands on Ji Shuyang's waist and, with force, lifted her off the ground.

Then, he hugged Ji Shuyang and turned around quickly.

Mi Lin's movements were quick and decisive, happening in the blink of an eye. He completed the action without touching anything.

Now, Ji Shuyang's feet were off the ground and she was half-held, with her head just one head higher than Mi Lin.

There was no more obstacle in front of the tip of my nose, and my breathing became smoother. The dull pain in my heart also gradually subsided with the fresh air I breathed in.

Ji Shuyang no longer had to worry about whether she would bump into the bunk bed and make a noise.

Because, Mi Lin's previous action also caused the two of them to change their positions.

At this moment, the person who was leaning against the solid wall so as not to hit the wooden bunk bed was Ji Shuyang.