Mo Yi opened his eyes.
The light golden sunlight outside the window shone in through the translucent curtains, sprinkled print-like patterns on the ceiling above the head, and gently changed its shape with the slight movement of the curtains.
The room is filled with the warm breath of saponins.
Mo Yi blinked slowly, staring at the dust floating in the sun in mid-air, his sanity slowly returned, he recalled...
Last night, he didn't have the nightmare that haunted him for several years.
No darkness, no coldness, no endless fall, no voice whispering in his ear.
Mo Yi hadn't woken up peacefully like this for a long time—no cold sweat drenched his whole body, no suffocating panting.
But he remembered... he hadn't been dreamless.
But after waking up, Mo Yi couldn't recall the specific content of the dream, only remembered that the dream left some incomplete fragments in his mind.
Strawberry candy, afternoon sun, and a soft kiss.
Mo Yi blinked, and the feelings left in his mind and on the tip of his tongue instantly disappeared without a trace, like the thin snow under the midday sun melting and disappearing without a trace.
He moved his body, and the joints of his limbs, which had been motionless for a long time, made rusty rattles.
It was only then that Mo Yi realized that a slender arm was loosely draped around his waist, hugging him possessively, and a slight coolness came from the place where he was close.
Only then did he recall where the pine forest smell he had been vaguely smelling before came from.
Mo Yi stretched out his hand to hold the hand on his waist, then moved to the side, freeing himself from the shackles.
He turned his head and looked to the side, only to see Wen Chen lying beside him with his eyes closed, his eyes closed peacefully, the deep shadows cast by the high browbones, which became sharper and deeper under the sunlight outside the window .
He seemed to be aware of Mo Yi's movements, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and then he opened his eyes.
The light gray eyes looked at Mo Yi in a daze, as if he couldn't believe it——
Seeing that he was awake, Mo Yi no longer deliberately relaxed his movements, and sat up with his upper body supported by his arms.
He yawned, with a little physiological tears seeping from the corners of his eyes, the drooping eyelashes glowed with black light, and his voice was hoarse in the morning:
"… morning."
Wen Chen was still lying on the bed, staring slightly in a daze at the wrinkles on the bed sheet that Mo Yi was lying on just now.
He murmured: "... Impossible."
Mo Yi didn't hear what he was saying, turned to look at him suspiciously, and asked, "What?"
Wen Chen raised his head to look at him, his light-colored eyes seemed to still have the surprise left over from just now: "This is impossible..."
Mo Yi frowned: "What's impossible?"
Wen Chen sat up slowly from the bed, the thin quilt slipped off his body, he glanced at the pillow he had been lying on before in a daze, then turned his head to look at Mo Yi again:
"Last night I... fell asleep..."
Mo Yi was also taken aback: "According to the appearance just now...it seems so."
Wen Chen still didn't seem to fully accept this fact, he frowned slowly: "But, this is impossible."
He paused, then continued: "I'm not human, I can't sleep."
Mo Yi stared at him thoughtfully: "So...was last night the first time you slept since you could remember?"
That's a coincidence.
Wen Chen nodded slightly.
At this moment, Mo Yi's mobile phone on the bedside table vibrated twice, and the screen lit up, interrupting Mo Yi's thoughts.
He walked to the bed, bent down and picked up the phone, flicked his finger on the screen, and an unread message jumped out.
It's from Jiang Yuanrou.
[You haven't shown up for three days, we are all worried about you, call back.]
Mo Yi turned off the text message, flipped through the call log and missed calls casually, and found that there were many missed calls in the past few days, some were from Shen Lei and Wang Zezhi, and some were from Jiang Yuanrou.
He stared at the screen and thought for a few seconds, then seemed to remember something, looked up at Wen Chen, and asked:
"By the way, you told me that Jiang Yuanbai would have psychological problems when we were in the dungeon?"
Wen Chen seemed to be still immersed in the shock just now and didn't recover, so he nodded absently.
Mo Yi glanced down at the lit screen of the phone, and then continued:
"Jiang Yuanbai has been in a coma since he returned to the real world. Is it because of this reason?"
Only now did Wen Chen turn his head to look at Mo Yi, squinted his eyes, and replied: "...Maybe."
He stood up from the bed, walked to Mo Yi, and continued: "The longer you stay in the game, the more you will be polluted by the game, which is unbearable for an ordinary person's mind. "
Mo Yi stroked the side of the phone in his hand, pursing his lips slightly.
… Pollution.
He turned his head to look at Wen Chen's face, and asked, "Can you wake him up?"
Wen Chen thought for a while and replied, "Should."
He lowered his eyes and said again: "Games affect everyone differently, so I'm not sure."
Mo Yi nodded, then lowered his head, typed a few words on his mobile phone and sent it.
He looked up at Wen Chen and said, "I'll go wash up, and then we'll go to Jiang Yuanrou's place to have a look."
After finishing speaking, Mo Yi turned around and walked towards the bathroom. Halfway there, he turned to look at Wen Chen, frowning:
"By the way, about your sleep problems...do you have an idea?"
Wen Chen frowned slowly and shook his head.
Mo Yi is also puzzled by Monk Zhang Er about this matter - he can only guess that it has something to do with drinking Wen Chen's blood... It seems that with the deepening of this relationship, Wen Chen's sense of existence in the real world is getting stronger and stronger, It also makes him more and more connected with reality... Maybe that's why he can sleep in reality
But now there is too little evidence or clues... The only thing he can do is guess.
Just when Mo Yi fell into deep thought, he heard Wen Chen's voice next to his ear:
"There are too few samples now, so there is no way to be sure."
Mo Yi subconsciously nodded in agreement, but it seemed that he finally realized something was wrong halfway through the nodding, and looked up at Wen Chen.
I saw him turning his head to look at the light spots printed on the wall by the sunlight outside the window, and said casually:
"Then... why don't we experiment a few more times?"
Mo Yi: "..." Why wasn't he surprised at all.
Perhaps noticing that Mo Yi didn't reply for a long time, Wen Chen turned his head to look at him, only to see him standing at the door of the room, staring at him with dark eyes, the bottomless eyes couldn't see the fluctuations of emotions clearly, it made people feel involuntarily Feel guilty-
Wen Chen lowered his head and coughed, as if he wanted to open his mouth to ease the current atmosphere. At this moment, Mo Yi said:
"perhaps."
Paradoxically, there are still words of change in Wen Chen's ears, as if amnesty, which made Wen Chen's eyes light up, and he suppressed the corners of his raised lips pretending to be reserved:
"In this case, it's not too late. Let's start tonight."
Mo Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, and said slowly: "...don't push yourself too hard."
Wen Chen finally couldn't hold back the smile on his lips, the corners of his mouth were raised high, his whole face shone brightly like being lit up, and the corners of his brows and eyes were filled with joy.
Mo Yi glanced at Wen Chen speechlessly, then turned his head and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind him with a bang.
Two hours later, the two came to Jiang Yuanrou's villa.
Jiang Yuanrou was already waiting for them at the door.
Seeing the figures of the two appeared in sight, her eyes lit up suddenly, and she quickly walked up to them.
After exchanging polite greetings, Jiang Yuanrou looked at Mo Yi with a slight annoyance, and said, "It's been a long time since you've been seen. Did the dragon see the head and see the end? We've always been worried about you."
Mo Yi shrugged helplessly: "I'm really sorry, I do this every time I work... Next time I will greet you in advance."
He seemed to suddenly think of something, and said to Jiang Yuanrou: "By the way, those devices really helped a lot, thank you."
Jiang Yuanrou smiled: "It's just a little effort, I can't thank you enough for what you have done for Yuan Bai."
The two chatted while walking, Wen Chen took a step behind and followed behind Mo Yi, staring deeply at Mo Yi who was walking a few steps away from him.
Jiang Yuanrou walked around the two without a trace, then stared at Wen Chen, and said with a smile:
"Mr. Wen, right? This is the second time we have met."
Wen Chen's eyes moved, he glanced lightly at Jiang Yuanrou, said a brief "um", and then looked at Mo Yi again, subconsciously softening his cold and disdainful eyes just now.
At this level, Jiang Yuanrou still didn't understand anything, she winked at Mo Yi, then showed a secret smile, and walked a few steps faster to the two of them.
Mo Yi: "..."
Can't argue with a hundred mouths.
They quickly walked to Jiang Yuanbai's room, and the relaxed atmosphere between the three of them suddenly became heavy.
Standing at the door, Jiang Yuanrou took a deep breath, her beautiful eyebrows were stained with a deep gloom, she pulled the corners of her lips reluctantly, and said to Mo Yi:
"I'll wait for you here."
She is a smart person and knows what to see and what not to see.
Mo Yi nodded at Jiang Yuanrou, then walked into the room with Wen Chen, and the door closed quietly behind them.
I saw Jiang Yuanbai lying quietly on the bed in the middle of the house, his lifeless face was as pale as the sheets, his body lay quietly under the thin quilt, and the room was filled with the faint smell of disinfectant.
Jiang Yuanbai looked weaker than the last time Mo Yi saw him.
There was silence in the room, except for the regular, gentle beeping of an unknown instrument beside the bed.
Wen Chen stepped forward, stared down at Jiang Yuanbai's face, then put his hand on his forehead—
The lines on the instrument suddenly changed violently, the sound of beeps intensified, and then became quiet again very quickly.
Wen Chen's figure trembled, and he took two steps back. Mo Yi quickly stepped forward to support his figure, only to hear his voice ringing in his ears:
"All right."
The air of his words brushed against Mo Yi's ears, causing him to shrink his shoulders subconsciously, and it took a second to realize the consciousness in Wen Chen's words—
Mo Yi was slightly taken aback, and subconsciously turned his head to look at the bed beside him.
On Jiang Yuanbai's pale face, the pair of deep black eyelashes drooping quietly trembled slightly.