"If you find it boring, you can sit on the couch over there."
"When I'm about to leave, I'll come find you."
"But don't leave early, otherwise... the promise won't be fulfilled."
Yang Xintian pointed out a spot for him. Then, arm in arm with Xiang Zixuan, she left, laughing and talking.
Sun Dasheng found it a bit amusing. Did that girl really think 'that thing' was enough to get a hold on me?
However, he had no intention of leaving, as he found the place quite interesting. In the past, he had been so focused on work that he never had time for these kinds of role-playing games.
He went to the front desk and bought a ticket for three hundred yuan. Many people were here to play, and before long, a brand-new murder mystery group was assembled. He flipped through the script he was given; it was a historical detective story. The content seemed well-written, with no obvious plot holes on the surface. The story progressed logically and coherently.
