Chapter 138: Immoral

"Today's Must-Buy that every user buys."

"We have to buy it too."

She muttered. Qiao Yinuo nodded and immediately placed an order for one, hesitating, "But Today's Must-Buy is only enough for two meals. Can I buy some others?"

Su Mian shook her head, "It's best not to. First, we don't know what continuance is spent on, and what the consequences will be after spending it."

Qiao Yinuo felt that what she said made a lot of sense, so she group ordered with the first Madam Liu. The vegetable coins spent after group ordering were half of those before group ordering.

The sky gradually darkened. Su Mian returned to her room and placed an order for "Fresh Delivery".

At this time, all residents had stayed in their respective residences, and the street between the two buildings was empty.

Su Mian picked up the binoculars with a broken corner and looked at the residents of the building opposite. There were two households on the balcony of the fourth floor.

So Su Mian guessed correctly. The door of one household was sealed with cement, and the door of the other balcony on the fourth floor was still sealed with a seal, and the scene inside could not be seen clearly.

She moved her line of sight to other places.

Madam Liu on the first floor was knitting a scarf in the garden, with a radio placed next to her, looking leisurely.

She was wearing reading glasses, and she was particularly careful when threading the needle, but she couldn't thread it for a long time.

Qiao Yinuo on the second floor and the girl opposite were both streaming. Qiao Yinuo adapted very quickly, blowing kisses and making hearts at the camera, which made Su Mian's eyes twitch.

Wang Xiaonan on the third floor was not there, and neighbor Du Yuekang was writing homework hard. Meng Ziqi on the fifth floor was not there either.

She moved the lens, and suddenly her eyes paused. A blue figure was sneaking into the house of the resident opposite Meng Ziqi. He pressed his hat and looked left and right, and finally entered the bedroom.

It was the player who checked the water meter she met in the corridor today, Xiao Li.

This didn't look like his residence. Su Mian was puzzled and raised the binoculars.

She didn't see anyone on the sixth floor, and the red-haired man on the seventh floor was leaning his elbows on the balcony smoking, looking like he had just taken a shower, his hair ends wet.

Su Mian's gaze stayed on him for a long time, her line of sight entangled with the man's movement, focused and clingy.

The water vapor slid down his neck, slid over his Adam's apple, and dripped into his collarbone. In the smoke, his face could not be seen clearly.

Only the eye-catching red hair could be seen. In an instant, Su Mian substituted him into that person's face, and then it was out of control.

Her heartbeat rose sharply, and heat surged in her chest.

"Substitute" and "peeping", neither word made her feel immoral, but she was addicted to it.

A perspective that belongs only to you, you can watch, describe, and possess without any burden and without any grudge.

At his most relaxed moment, briefly hide in his private space.

This thought intensified, so strong that Su Mian felt like she was grabbed by the back of her neck, and she let out a small animal-like panting suppressively.

She uncontrollably adjusted the focus of the binoculars, the field of vision shrank rapidly, and her eye sockets were filled by him.

The tattoo is really beautiful.

She thought.

The snake bone tattoo traced the muscle arc, rising and falling with breathing, like an evil soul from the Garden of Eden growing wildly.

It brought plundering and residual violence after being given to the host, but the blooming roses just neutralized this point.

The snake was already dead, but it was still entwined with roses.

Like a mark, and like an obsession.

Su Mian was so uncomfortable that fine sweat appeared on her forehead, her heartbeat like drumbeats. She bit her lip, trying to make herself sober, but her line of sight couldn't help but nail him.

The numbness brought by the taboo feeling spread throughout her body.

Suddenly, the smoke dissipated. The man flicked the ash, threw it into the glass cylinder on the side, and wiped his hair with a towel.

Su Mian sobered up instantly, as if being dragged out of an overheated dream, the numbness still remaining on the back of her neck. She swallowed, struggling to adjust her breathing.

She realized her posture half a beat late, her shoulder blades were tense, but her waist was soft, and her toes were slightly curled.

The embarrassed and shameful physical state made her earlobes slightly red. Her hand still maintained the action of lifting, but the moment she looked up, she froze suddenly.

The man in the lens was smiling at her.

The corners of his lips raised, his posture lazy.

Su Mian's brain went blank with a "buzz", her blood flowed backward in an instant, and the coldness exploded upward along the spine.

Discovered.

Su Mian froze there, forgetting even to hide, but her line of sight hurriedly moved away, not knowing where to look.

The focus was adjusted too close.

She gritted her teeth, embarrassed by the damn character setting buff.

The next second, she saw the man beckoning, and a brightly colored little parrot braked on the clothes rack and finally rushed onto the back of the man's hand.

Su Mian exhaled a breath fiercely, her shoulders dropped, her back stuck to the top, and she slid down slowly as if her strength had been drained.

So he wasn't smiling at her.

A silent farce ended here, and she observed other places for a while.

Streaming, going out, Madam Liu was still knitting a scarf, and the high school student who was rushing homework had already fallen asleep early.

Realizing that it was late, Su Mian put away the binoculars, went to the bathroom to wash, and washed away the sweat.

She turned on the shower, let the water pour on her body, her fingertips wandering, her eyelashes trembling.

Wet.

Late at night, Su Mian had already fallen into a deep sleep in the dim room. A knock on the door made her consciousness hazy and wake up. The sound was very light, and it was like something shaking, intermittently.

She narrowed her eyes and looked at the door, listening carefully, and realized it wasn't a knock on the door. It stopped after ringing a few times. Su Mian rubbed her temples and continued to lie down.

After being quiet for a while, it rang again, and the sound of shaking became more and more intense.

She opened her eyes impatiently, only to find that it wasn't someone knocking on the door, but the wardrobe at the end of the bed shaking.

The amplitude was very small, and it couldn't be seen clearly at night, but when it shook, the things in the cabinet were also swaying, so the sound made was huge, and it stopped after a while.

Su Mian had a splitting headache, her consciousness chaotic, and she planned to go see it tomorrow.

The wardrobe in the second half of the night began to make a "creaking" sound again, as if the things in the cabinet were about to come out, and even the cloth that Su Mian used to cover the mirror was shaken off, and the sound became louder and louder.

Su Mian "tsk"ed, kicked the quilt angrily, grabbed the pillow and smashed it at the wardrobe, and the next second, all movement stopped abruptly.

The world was finally quiet.

Su Mian rubbed the pillow contentedly and fell into sleep again.

Everything was so peaceful, the moonlight was still bright, and the breathing was still steady.

And Madam Liu opposite was still knitting a sweater.

Morning

"This... this is too realistic."

"Honestly, it looks like a real person."

"That's not it. I came to return something to her this morning. I said she was still dedicated, still knitting a sweater. I went over to pat her, oh my, it's hard!"

A group of people surrounded Madam Liu's house on the first floor of Building 2, standing outside the balcony whispering.

Si Shi kicked the door open, wearing a red jacket, but wearing gray wool slippers, hands in his pockets, leisurely. ===== CHAPTER 139 =====