Mo Yi tried his best to open his eyes, but his eyelids were as heavy as if they were made of lead, his eyelashes drooped heavily, and his vision was blurred, only some blurred patches of color floating in front of his eyes.
A pair of hands pressed against his back, and the slightly cold touch penetrated the cloth against his skin.
Mo Yi tried to move his body, but his limbs were as numb as if he had lost consciousness, and the transmitted movements were tiny—
His icy cheeks rubbed against the equally icy neck of the other party, but it seemed that there was a strange temperature rising from the place where the two touched.
A low, hoarse and vague moan escaped from Mo Yi's throat, as if he wanted to say something, but he could only utter some monotonous syllables.
He vaguely felt his head being lifted up by a hand, and then something seemed to stick to his lips.
Soft and icy.
The two thin and dry petals pressed against his lips tightly, rubbing gently, the moist and warm touch licked his lips, and gently opened his teeth.
Mo Yi's mind was in a daze, and he subconsciously followed the warmth, pressed his lips closer together, and sucked the moist tip of his tongue that had reached into his mouth.
The fresh pine forest breath in the opponent's mouth escaped from the joint and was sucked into his mouth along with the body fluid.
The gentle and warm temperature slowly penetrated into the blood vessels all over the body along the respiratory tract and mouth, and the strength of the body was visibly restored to the naked eye, and the warmth began to warm Mo Yi's body from the chest cavity.
... not enough.
Mo Yi struggled to raise his arms, and hugged them back fiercely, absorbing the warmth even harder.
… not enough, not enough!
He forcefully poked the tip of his tongue towards the source of warmth, biting and sucking fiercely, a sweet and fishy taste permeated from his lips, a strong rusty smell permeated his mouth, and warm blood instantly slid down his throat , Burning all the way to a scorching temperature.
The chest and the chest are more tightly fitted together, and one can almost feel the trembling of the other party——
Mo Yi's sanity gradually recovered, his blurred mind gradually became clear, and he blinked in a daze.
The vision became clear, and the senses all over the body came alive again——
Mo Yi looked at the magnified face in front of him, and his mind went blank for a moment.
There was a numb sucking sensation from the tip of his tongue, and a tiny electric current came from the warm and moist mouth, which made him very clearly aware—
He put his tongue into the other's mouth.
Wen Chen's profound facial features were close in front of his eyes, his trembling eyelashes drooped slightly, and the corners of his eyes were flushed abnormally.
There seemed to be a loud "boom" in his ears, and Mo Yi felt that the pores of his body were emitting heat, and the blood rushed fiercely to the top of his head.
He retreated in a hurry, but he didn't want the two of them to fit too tightly, and his sudden movement almost tripped him.
On the contrary, it was Wen Chen who helped him quickly with quick eyes and hands, so that Mo Yi didn't fall down.
So Mo Yi was dizzy and fell back again. The two of them were about the same height, and the second contact became familiar——
The four lips were stuck together again.
Mo Yi supported Wen Chen's shoulders and neck, and ended the second short kiss.
Panting, he took a step back and stared at Wen Chen who was only a step away from him with his mouth open.
There was no change in the other party's deeply contoured pale face, except for a pair of light gray eyes that were glistening with water, and there was a faint red at the end of the eyes.
Mo Yi's gaze fell on the other's lips unknowingly—
Wen Chen's originally pale lip color was ravaged into a ripe bright red, and the slightly plump lower lip was stained with bright blood.
Mo Yi subconsciously pursed his lips, and there was a tingling pain on his lips, as if telling him:
That's right, you did it, not a dream.
More blood rushed to the top of his head, his cheeks were so hot that they almost smoked, Mo Yi said dryly:
"… Hi."
His eyeballs didn't know where to look, so he could only move to his side, and then met a shocked face.
Jiang Yuanrou stood a few steps away dumbfounded, her eyes almost popped out of their sockets, and she stood numbly not far away.
Mo Yi's brain stopped functioning.
He felt that the heat on his face was going to be set on fire.
If you ignore the red tips of the ears, Wen Chen looked calm and calm, he turned around and looked at Jiang Yuanrou, then stretched out his hand and said to her:
"Hi, I'm Mo Yi's friend, Wen Chen."
His voice was low and slightly hoarse.
Jiang Yuanrou still hasn't recovered from the shock just now.
After all, anyone who has experienced a life-and-death moment in a horror dungeon, turned his face and saw his friend kissing a strange same-sex passionately—twice—wouldn’t be able to react instantly.
She subconsciously held Wen Chen's outstretched hand, and then mechanically replied:
"...Jiang Yuanrou."
After finishing speaking, Jiang Yuanrou seemed to have come back to her senses, her eyes turned around between Wen Chen and Mo Yi, her face flushed slightly, she clenched a fist with one hand to her mouth, and coughed awkwardly uttered, and said:
"Well... you guys talk first, I'll go to the other rooms, anyway, I know this place well."
After finishing speaking, she ran out as if fleeing.
Mo Yi looked at Jiang Yuanrou's back, the temperature on his face rose instead of falling, he coughed softly, and looked away in embarrassment.
After his gaze fell to other places in the room, he realized what Jiang Yuanrou meant when he said, "Anyway, she knows this place well".
They were standing in the middle of a dilapidated room at the moment. The walls of the room were covered by rough wallpaper, and the dull green grid could hardly distinguish the original color under the heavy dust.
There was nothing in the room, scattered broken sawdust and bricks scattered on the floor, there was a crooked window on the side wall, there was no glass on the window, only a few wooden sticks crookedly nailed to it, revealing the darkness outside the lightless sky.
Mo Yi looked at the window in a daze, then took a step in that direction—
A faint fluorescent blue countdown appeared in the cracks between the boards, dyeing the rough surface of the boards with a layer of light blue.
40 minutes left.
Now they should be in the old house of Jiang Yuanrou's last dungeon.
Mo Yi frowned slightly, turned around, and met Wen Chen who was walking towards him—
His eyes were subconsciously attracted by the other party's bright red lips, and Mo Yi instantly felt his cheeks, which had dropped slightly in temperature, warm up again. He coughed softly, and then opened his mouth to break the deadlock:
"that… "
After saying two words, Mo Yi stopped in embarrassment - he didn't know what to say next.
He was silent for a while, and then asked indiscriminately:
"Well, do you need to treat your wound...?"
As soon as he blurted out the words, Mo Yi felt a little regretful—what did he say? ! Treat the wound? Let the fog
And this wound was bitten out by him!
A smile appeared on Wen Chen's face: "Okay."
Mo Yi was taken aback, and looked up at him.
I saw Wen Chen walked up to him with long legs, and then kissed him again, a salty rusty taste spread in his mouth, accompanied by a moist tongue licking his lips lightly .
Mo Yi's cheeks became hot again, he took a step back abruptly, and looked at Wen Chen dumbfounded:
"Wait, wait, you... what do you mean?"
Wen Chen gently rubbed his wet lower lip with his thumb, and the light blood color smeared on his fingertips. His light-colored eyes focused on Mo Yi, and then said:
"Blood, don't waste it, especially if you are still weak."
Mo Yi knew that Wen Chen's blood could save his life, but in this way, it was... too...
His brows were furrowed, and he opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something.
But in the next second, Wen Chen took another step forward and stopped Mo Yi from speaking.
Mo Yi subconsciously took a step back, and then pressed his back against the cold and hard wall.
Wen Chen's deep voice reached his ears:
"I mean...can I chase you?"
Mo Yi couldn't help being taken aback when he heard the words, the cold touch of the wall behind his back passed down his sweaty shirt to his skin, which successfully calmed his mind down.
The bewilderment and bewilderment brought about by being pulled back from the edge of life and death just receded from her body like a tide, leaving only the dark and hard sand of reason.
Mo Yi frowned slowly, looking back at Wen Chen with a pair of gloomy dark eyes:
"We're the same sex, and not even the same species."
The faint light above his head cast a deep shadow on Wen Chen's tall browbones, and a pair of light-colored pupils were hidden in the shadow, looking at him with burning eyes:
"You and I both know that I don't care about this, and you don't care about this, so why use this reason to prevaricate me."
Mo Yi gave a low laugh, straightened his back against the wall, and took a step closer to Wen Chen:
"Then can you tell me why?"
Their distance was close enough that Mo Yi could even see the tips of his ears hidden in his black hair, defying his master's wishes, revealing a reddish color that did not match his calm appearance.
Mo Yi squinted his eyes and looked at Wen Chen. There was a slight sense of oppression in his deep black eyes, which made it hard to stare at:
"You and I both know that your attitude towards me has been strange from the very beginning, so... don't use the reason of love at first sight to prevaricate me."
Wen Chen looked at him deeply:
"Of course it wasn't love at first sight."
Mo Yi frowned, and said firmly, "So we've met before."
Wen Chen didn't answer, but turned his face slightly, the light above his head cut his chiseled face into distinct shadows and color blocks.
So Mo Yi got the answer he wanted.
He stepped back a little, his eyes drooped slightly, his eyes were cold, and he seemed to want to say something.
In the next second, Wen Chen stepped forward abruptly, hugged him with his slender arms, and pressed his cold cheek against Mo Yi's warm neck, making him shiver.
Mo Yi was about to push him away, when he heard Wen Chen's trembling voice next to his ear:
"... I'm really worried."
Mo Yi paused.
Wen Chen didn't use any force to hold his arms, but held them loosely. Even so, Mo Yi could feel the slight trembling from the healthy body that was close at hand:
"This dungeon is more difficult than it should be. In order to exclude my influence, it even sets up a game for you."
Wen Chen's icy breath softly pressed against his neck:
"... I'm really, really..." He swallowed the rest of the words in his throat, only some vague syllables could be heard.
- A faint scent of pine forest lingers on the nose.
Mo Yi's mind was full of complicated thoughts.
His arms in the air froze, he turned around, and he patted Wen Chen's back lightly, somewhat unnaturally and hesitantly.
The two maintained this unnatural embrace.
Wen Chen's deep and weak voice came from beside his ears, with a little tentativeness and uncertainty in his voice:
"... So, do you agree?"
"..."
"After all, you don't hate me, do you?"
Mo Yi's eyes drooped, and his eyes fell on the bright red eartips in front of him. He hesitated for a few seconds, and then replied in a strange way:
"... maybe?"