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Shasha had just been thinking about when to contact Felicia when a text message arrived on his phone.
Opening it, he was greeted by a series of puzzling numbers: "1, 15, 16, 8."
These four digits seemed unrelated at first glance, but since Felicia had sent them, there must be a reason behind it. They could represent page numbers in a book, a serial number, or perhaps the floors of a building.
As Shasha pondered the meaning of the numbers, another message came through: "The time is before dawn. If you can't find the answer, you've lost. *Sticking out tongue!*"
After reading the message, Shasha chuckled and shook his head, then resumed his contemplation of the numbers' significance.
At that moment, Natasha emerged from the bathroom after her shower. The sound of the door opening made Shasha instinctively turn his head. However, once he looked, he was almost frozen in place.
Natasha usually dressed conservatively, so he hadn't realized how stunning her figure was until now in her bathrobe.
If Erika had the most alluring figure Shasha had ever seen, then Natasha's was undeniably the most fiery.
Her curves were perfectly balanced—neither too much nor too little.
Noticing Shasha staring at her intently, Natasha felt a surge of pride but tried to appear shy, as she was currently playing the role of a bashful college graduate.
Seeing Natasha's bashful demeanor made Shasha instinctively look away. Yet inside, he thought that if only her freckles and glasses were gone, she would be quite beautiful; it was just that her style felt outdated.
As a fragrant breeze wafted over and she sat beside him, Shasha instinctively said, "I was worried you wouldn't fit into her clothes, but it seems that was unnecessary. By the way, do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"
This question made sense; after all, Natasha's chest was noticeably larger than Erika's.
Hearing this, Natasha's face flushed, though not genuinely; as an agent, she had long forgotten what shyness felt like.
"No, it's just right."
"Is that so? That's good." Shasha seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, but inside he was quite nervous. To put it simply, the awkwardness of a man and woman being alone together had arisen; he was not someone skilled at flirting.
Thus, the atmosphere became somewhat awkward, and neither of them spoke.
What Shasha didn't realize was that his awkwardness was clearly noticed by Natasha, who found it rather amusing. After all, what kind of men had she not seen? Yet this was the first time she encountered such a bashful man. It even seemed like he might be a virgin.
With this thought in mind, Natasha couldn't help but come up with a brilliant idea. However, just as she suddenly stood up, pretending to head back to her room to sleep, Shasha couldn't help but feel relieved. But before he could fully relax, he saw Natasha trip over something and lurch forward, about to fall to the ground.
Shasha hurriedly stepped forward to catch her and prevent her from falling. In his haste, he didn't control his strength well enough, causing Natasha to be pulled tightly against him.
Feeling Natasha's impressive figure pressed against him, Shasha's face instantly turned red. Just as he was about to let go, Natasha suddenly lifted her head and kissed him on the lips.
Oh no! My first kiss!
Indeed, this was Shasha's first kiss; after twenty-three years of being a virgin, this was his very first experience of kissing.
Secretly peeking at Shasha's astonished expression and feeling his inexperienced response, Natasha was filled with mischief. For such a novice, besides the thrill of teasing him, there was also a sense of accomplishment. After all, Shasha had previously rejected S.H.I.E.L.D., and she remembered that moment vividly.
However, Shasha didn't let her enjoy it for long before he pushed her away forcefully. Breathing heavily for a few moments, he hurried back to his room and locked the door behind him.
Seeing Shasha's reaction, Natasha giggled, fully displaying her charming demeanor.
After locking the door, Shasha let out a sigh of relief, a faint bitter smile appearing on her face. "I never expected my first kiss would be taken away by this girl. If I had known, I wouldn't have let her come to my house."
Feeling frustrated for a moment, Shasha forced herself to focus on Felicia's riddle.
After thinking for a while, Shasha decided to test her guess, starting with the building's floors.
The famous Chrysler Building in New York is well-known; you can see that iconic structure from anywhere in the city. So if she was going to go somewhere, that would be the first place.
After listening to the sounds outside for a long time and confirming that Natasha had returned to her room to rest, Shasha quickly changed into another outfit, opened the window, and jumped out.
At the same time, in another room, Natasha opened her eyes and quickly changed her clothes to chase after her.
Arriving at the Chrysler Building, Shasha looked up at one of New York's towering structures and stepped inside.
First stop: the first floor.
Upon reaching the first floor, it was eerily quiet with no signs of activity. After surveying the area without finding anything unusual, she was about to leave when she noticed a postcard inside the firebox at the end of the hallway. She opened the firebox and took out the postcard, which read: "You found the first clue. The first painting is within this building. Of course, not all the numbers are located here; as for where they are, take your time searching!"
Shasha smiled wryly; this girl really knew how to play.
Searching the building was not an easy task. With so many floors, even if one were to find the painting, it might not be possible to locate all of them.
So, what if one thought differently? Perhaps the painting was on the first floor?
As Shasha checked the oil paintings on the walls of the corridor rooms, referencing the stolen artworks, she finally stopped in front of a painting featuring sunflowers.
Upon closer inspection, although she lacked the expertise to authenticate famous paintings, she could still discern some differences between real and fake.
Removing the oil painting from the wall, she found a note attached to its back. It was a greeting from Felicia.
"It seems you've found it. If you're clever enough, you should still be in the dark."
With a wry smile, she carefully rolled up the painting and secured it. Having obtained the first piece, Shasha began to ponder the location of the second painting.
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