Mo Yi pursed his lips and remained silent, his dark eyes quietly watched Wen Chen's face that was close at hand, as if there was an undercurrent of black color flowing under the calm appearance.
The two breathed together and their eyes met.
A strange and silent atmosphere spread and fermented between the two, as if something was growing in the silence.
Mo Yi lightly staggered his gaze, moved his face away from the shadow cast by Wen Chen, and then sat up slowly as if nothing had happened.
A hint of disappointment flashed in Wen Chen's eyes, and he also straightened his waist. The soft light from the window shone in from behind him, blurring his facial features, and outlining his upright figure into a straight and silent line. shadow.
Mo Yi looked up at him and said, "Come here."
His voice carried the hoarseness of just waking up, gently grazing people's eardrums like velvet, and then blending into the morning light overflowing into the room.
Wen Chen suddenly raised his eyes, the light-colored pupils under the tall brows shone brightly in the light behind him, almost hurting his eyes.
He strode forward, and the distance between the two shortened instantly.
Mo Yi raised his hand to grab Wen Chen's skirt, exerting a slight force in his hand, forcing him to bend down.
Wen Chen followed Mo Yi's strength and approached, leaning on the baffle at the foot of the bed with one hand, staring closely at him with downcast eyes, with deep eyes, as if wanting to imprint his face in his mind.
The light pine scent lingers in the nose, enveloping Mo Yi lightly and lingeringly.
Mo Yi stretched out his other hand, and slowly stroked Shang Wenchen's cheek.
The other party seemed to be taken aback by his actions, his whole body froze for an instant, but then he relaxed his body for an instant, allowing Mo Yi's fingers to gently caress his face.
Mo Yi stared at him thoughtfully, his fingers lightly outlined the curvature of Wen Chen's jaw, the skin under his fingertips was slightly cold, and it felt like delicate and moist jade.
With his careless touch, the cold surface seemed to be slightly warmed by his fingers, and the temperature gradually increased, ironing his fingers a little hot—
Mo Yi's pensive gaze gradually focused, and he looked at Wen Chen's face again.
I saw a slight blush on the opponent's face starting from the roots of the ears, and gradually dyed the whole face a light pink, and the tips of the ears hidden in the black hair were even more red.
But Wen Chen's gaze still did not evade, staring straight at Mo Yi, his light-colored eyes were burning hotly on his face, and his breathing was slightly messy on Mo Yi's face.
Itchy.
Mo Yi lowered his eyes slightly, and then, as if to make the itching go away, he exerted a little force on his hand, pulled Wen Chen's face closer, and then gently kissed the other's lips.
The lips were lightly attached to the lips, and the soft touch on the other's lips was clearly and distinctly imprinted in his mind.
Mo Yi opened his mouth to hold Wen Chen's lower lip, sucked it lightly, and the other's body trembled slightly with his movements.
Wen Chen raised his hand to hold Mo Yi's neck, and excitedly wanted to kiss back, but was stopped by Mo Yi's finger on his chin.
Mo Yi let go of Wen Chen's lips, moved a little further away, and then stood up sideways.
He looked back at Wen Chen, tracing his face.
The soft, short and tender kiss just now was almost just a rubbing between lips, and there was no deeper contact.
But Wen Chen reacted even more than the previous intense wet kiss, his face was completely red, his chest heaved violently, his light-colored eyes were water-colored, fierce and confused.
He stared at Mo Yi right and wrong, his breathing was messy and heavy, his lips were tightly pressed together, as if he was suppressing something.
Mo Yi no longer looked at him, but turned his head and looked around his room, his eyes flicked carelessly over the white note on the bedside table.
He didn't reach out to pick up the piece of paper, but just moved his shoulders lightly, feeling the thin clothes on his body tightly stuck to his skin with sticky sweat, he couldn't help frowning slightly.
Mo Yi turned to Wen Chen and said, "I'm going to take a bath, you can do it yourself."
After finishing speaking, he turned and walked to the bathroom.
Wen Chen's gaze never left him, but the light in his eyes slowly dimmed, and he nodded quietly.
Mo Yi's eyes moved slightly, and he leaned forward in a mysterious way, and pecked his lips comfortingly.
Wen Chen's eyes widened instantly.
Mo Yi's ears were a little hot now, he turned around and walked into the bathroom as if nothing had happened, and said as he walked:
"By the way, I spent so much in the copy before, are you sure it's okay now?"
Wen Chen's hoarse and deep voice came from behind him, the voice was suppressed: "... not sure."
Mo Yi's hand was already on the bathroom doorknob at this moment, Wen Yan subconsciously turned his head to look at Wen Chen, and uttered a questioning syllable: "Oh?"
Under the soft sunlight coming in from the window, Wen Chen's figure is slowly getting lighter and lighter, and the light light casts a halo on the floor through his body, as if he is slowly disappearing , just listen to him say:
"I may be in a deep sleep for a while."
The color on his face hadn't faded yet, he stared at Mo Yi with his eyes that were becoming thinner, the corners of his mouth raised, and said:
"It's just that I have to come to ask for my reward first, otherwise what will you do if you default?"
After finishing speaking, Wen Chen seemed to think of something, coughed slightly unnaturally, his figure had almost completely dissipated into a light mist at this moment, leaving a vague outline in the sunlight.
Before Wen Chen completely disappeared, he dropped the last sentence, and the ending sounded softly in the room:
"...but now I owe you."
Mo Yi stared at the already empty room, the corners of his mouth twitched, and with the palm of his hand, he unscrewed the door of the bathroom.
- I don't know why, he doesn't want to know what Wen Chen will return to him at all.
half an hour later.
While wiping his wet hair, Mo Yi opened the bathroom door and walked out. The steam in the room behind him escaped with his movements, and a light fragrance of shower gel permeated the room.
He put a slightly damp towel on his shoulders, walked to the bedside table, bent down and picked up the snow-white card and opened it.
Mo Yi glanced at it hastily, and the above procedural words were exactly the same as before without any change, the only thing that changed was the rest time:
This time it took a full month.
He put the piece of paper back to its previous position with some boredom, and then opened the small gray box next to it.
Inside were the props that Mo Yi bought before the dungeon was opened. He took out the list in the box and browsed it casually. After turning his eyes around the box, he found that the props in the dungeon he bought had been automatically saved. into the virtual backpack.
Mo Yi curled his lips slightly - at least in this regard, this game is still very humane.
He casually checked the memory of the virtual backpack, and found that it was not yet full, and there were still a few grids that were empty.
At this moment, he seemed to remember something.
Mo Yi was slightly startled, his eyes slowly lit up, he quickly turned off his virtual backpack, then took off the wet towel on his shoulder and put it aside, then walked quickly to the desk and turned on the computer.
He was engrossed in staring at the screen, his slender fingers leaped rapidly on the keyboard, and the clear and intensive typing sound rang out in the empty room.
Symbols and numbers alternately appear rapidly on the light blue screen, scrolling down row by row.
The changing data flow on the screen is reflected in Mo Yi's dark eyes, jumping rapidly at the bottom of Mo Yi's eyes, it is almost hard to catch the eyes.
He stared intently at the small screen in front of him, devoted himself to it, tapped the keyboard with his fingers, and his thoughts flowed rapidly into symbols flowing out from under his fingertips, and converted into rows of data on the computer screen.
After an unknown amount of time, Mo Yi finally stopped.
He stared at the screen in front of him, frowning tightly—
What he peeped in the dungeon before was just a string of broken codes, which were incomplete and even deliberately covered up.
The code string that Mo Yi typed just now is the most likely to be realized among the countless possibilities derived from the broken code. He typed out the code he peeped in the copy according to his memory, and then Use your own ability to try to complete it, and even try to expand and develop it.
Mo Yi stared at the result he had typed on the screen, the fluorescent light of the screen printed a pale blue light on his face, his brows were furrowed——
He hit a bottleneck.
This string of data is messy and complicated, even if he tried his best to complete it, the results he got were incomplete, disabled, and dead.
Rather than what he saw in the dungeon—full of life, jumping, transforming, and experiencing the cycle of life and death within seconds.
Mo Yi let out a long sigh in frustration, and turned his eyes away from the screen, only to realize that, at some point in time, the room was almost completely dark, and the faint twilight came in from the open window, only the computer screen in front of him There was still a faint light on.
He moved his shoulders lightly, and could not help but hiss—
The entire shoulder and back were stiff and numb, as if they had gone through a marathon. Every light movement involved moving every muscle on the bone, bringing bursts of intense pain.
Ever since he washed his hands in the golden basin, Mo Yi has never been in such pain again.
He frowned, and rubbed his shoulders stiffly. Suddenly, there was a slight vibration in his ears.
Mo Yi subconsciously turned his head to look at the mobile phone he had put aside, only to see its screen light up and a message appeared.
The display is from Jiang Yuanrou.
He reached for the phone with difficulty and slid his fingertips upwards, only to see a long list of missed calls and unread messages.
Mo Yi frowned slightly—he was so focused just now that he didn't even hear it once.
He was about to click on the latest message when he heard a hasty knock on the door.
Mo Yi paused, pressed down with his fingertips, and clicked, and saw clear writing on the light blue screen:
"I'm here.—from Jiang Yuanrou"