Chapter 224 - Chapter 224: Kissing Scene (1/2)
Chapter 224: Kissing Scene
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
The movie was set as a mystery film. The male lead was a private detective who would accept the employment of a private employer to investigate suspicious cases that were inconvenient for the police to handle.
In a recent investigation, the male protagonist identified a courtesan who mingled in the upper class as his number one suspect.
However, when he was investigating this woman, he was teased by her.
Dozens of minutes later, the video showed the most tense confrontation between the two.
In order to investigate the truth, the male protagonist did not completely refuse when he was seduced and teased by the courtesan. Instead, he maintained a non-refutation and non-active attitude. In this erotic game that was secretly probing, it was impossible to tell who was the real hunter between the two.
“Mr. Lin, do you still think that this matter has something to do with me? I’m already tired of explaining. It’s such a beautiful night, but you came to look for me for such a boring matter. You’re really a blockhead.” The woman in silk pajamas held a cigarette between her fingers and slowly blew out a smoke ring. Her gaze was blurry and charming with casual mockery.
The detective on the sofa was wearing a slim-fitting suit. His eyes were cold and his face was hard. He glanced at the woman and threw a photo on the table. “Don’t tell me you’re not the one on this.”
The woman picked up the photograph in her brightly dyed hand, scanned it, and tossed it away. “You recognized me immediately? That was when I was sixteen. Isn’t that very different from now? Which do you like? The old or the present?”
The woman placed the cigarette in the ashtray and slowly walked to the sofa. She bent down and lowered her head, revealing her chest. She reached out to tug at the detective’s tie and looked up at him.
The detective didn’t want to hear this from a woman. However, he knew that no matter how he questioned her, the woman in front of him would not tell him the truth. The detective’s gaze gradually became irritated, as if he was about to get up and slam the door to leave in the next second.
The woman slowly sat on the detective’s legs and hooked her arms around his neck. She leaned close to his ear and whispered, “If you stay tonight, I’ll tell you everything you want to know.”
The detective had dealt with this woman many times. He knew better than to believe a word she said. The anger and depression in his heart kept rising, but the places where he touched the woman’s body slowly heated up, as if he was being roasted on fire.