Mo Yi spread out the crumpled note in his hand, and the fine dust fell down, only to see that it was written in messy handwriting on the paper:
"Your kiss is an aphrodisiac, and your mouth is a vial, have you come from the black abyss, or descended from the stars?"
Another two lines of verse with unknown meaning.
He frowned slowly, and while carefully studying the blurred writing on the note, he searched for relevant traces in his memory.
But what remained in his mind were only some vague impressions, so Mo Yi basically got nothing.
Mo Yi took a deep breath, carefully folded the note again, stuffed it into the small pocket inside the backpack, and put it together with the note he found behind the oil painting frame in his room.
When he finished all this, he raised his head and found that Wen Chen was standing beside him, staring at him closely.
Mo Yi was taken aback.
His gaze slowly shifted from Wen Chen's bright, star-colored eyes to the red tips of his ears hidden in his black hair, only then belatedly remembered his impulsive actions in front of everyone just now.
Mo Yi's usually calm and reserved face was also a little embarrassed for a moment. He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to explain something.
But before the first vague syllable came out, Wen Chen stepped forward in a big stride, shortening the distance between the two in an instant, then stretched out his hand to wrap Mo Yi's jaw, and kissed him fiercely.
Mo Yi only felt a pain in his lips, and the cold soft kiss and the hot and rapid breath hit him suddenly, and the faint smell of rust that belonged to someone permeated between his lips and teeth.
Different from the fierce and ferocious movements just now, Wen Chen's movements became softer, gently licking and caressing Mo Yi's lips like a small animal, as if he was cautious in fear of rejection.
Mo Yi sighed inwardly, then slowly opened his jaw, and gently sucked Wen Chen's lower lip as if responding.
Wen Chen choked for breath, and then kissed back even more excitedly.
The slight water-stained sound of lips and tongues, accompanied by rapid and disordered breathing, appeared clear and sensational in the silent room.
After the long kiss, Mo Yi pressed the back of Wen Chen's neck, slightly opened the distance between the two, and then stared at Wen Chen's face that was close at hand.
His pale complexion was covered with deep and shallow blush, even the corners of his eyes were dyed red, his light-colored pupils narrowed slightly, those predator-like fierce eyes grabbed Mo Yi tightly, his breath was short And disordered.
Wen Chen tightened his fingers on Mo Yi's shoulder slightly, leaned forward slowly, and gently pressed his cold forehead against Mo Yi's slightly sweaty warm forehead, and then asked in a very low voice:
"... You don't have feelings for me, do you?"
Mo Yi sighed slowly—since he met Wen Chen, the number of sighs has increased several times compared to before—then replied in compromise:
"certainly."
He held down the cold and soft skin on the back of Wen Chen's neck with his fingers, stroked gently along the sharp curve of his jaw with his thumb, and then replied in a low and soft voice:
"...Otherwise, do you think anyone can sleep in my room?"
Wen Chen's breathing became rapid, and his light gray eyes were as bright as stars and moons, which almost made Mo Yi unable to bear to continue.
But he had to say—
"But just because I have feelings for you doesn't mean there's nothing between us—so, let me just say it..."
Mo Yi paused, and slowly took a step back. His dark eyes regained his usual calmness and rationality. He sighed, and said in a steady and cold voice:
"If you know me as well as you say, you must have figured out what I'm doing."
Wen Chen stared at him and nodded slowly. Although the two of them couldn't understand the words, they both understood Mo Yi's off-screen voice - he was dealing with the game.
And Wen Chen, what a coincidence—it was part of the game.
He only heard Chen ask in a low voice:
"You are willing to make this clear, does it mean...you trust me a little more?"
Mo Yi took a deep breath, nodded slowly, and looked straight at Wen Chen impartially:
"Yes."
Not a little, but a lot.
This means that before he implements the plan, he exposes his plan and hole cards for the first time, and the other party may be someone who is opposite to him and even stronger. For Mo Yi, this is almost like exposing his own control. The power is handed over.
Wen Chen stared at him with a slight smile on his face:
"Your wish is the meaning of my existence."
Mo Yi's breathing was slightly stagnant, only to see Wen Chen leaning forward and lightly imprinted a cold kiss on his lips, but it was scorching hot like a brand, and he murmured like a whisper:
"I will help you."
Mo Yi lowered his eyelashes to cover up the expression in his pupils, and pressed his fingers on the back of Wen Chen's neck even harder, almost turning white. His face was calm, his voice was astringent, so hoarse that he could hardly hear the original tone:
"Even... that means, you will disappear?"
Wen Chen stretched out his hand and slowly encircled Mo Yi, and the icy pine breath surrounded him like after a heavy rain. His voice was low and gentle, as if swearing:
"—even if it means I disappear."
Mo Yi stuck his chin in Wen Chen's sunken shoulder socket, wrapped his hands around his broad back, and tightened his arms slightly.
He lowered his eyes. He asked softly, "Do you trust me?"
Wen Chen nodded, his hard jaw pressed against Mo Yi's back, and he gave an "um" without hesitation.
Mo Yi pushed Wen Chen away, gently raised the corners of his lips, and evoked a cold and arrogant arc:
"That's good."
He raised his hand and pinched the tip of Wen Chen's thin ear, watched the small piece of cold and clean skin turn red and hot on his fingertips, and then said slowly: "—You will not disappear."
Wen Chen stared at him without hesitation, and asked gently: "So, have you promised me to be your boyfriend?"
Mo Yi narrowed his eyes and smiled: "No."
He pinched Wen Chen's chin, then leaned forward and kissed his pale lips lightly: "However, wait until the game is over, maybe."
The curvature of the corners of Wen Chen's lips could hardly be suppressed, his eyes focused and softly stared at Mo Yi, as if he was watching the whole world,
Mo Yi subconsciously turned his head to avoid Wen Chen's gaze, but his gaze inadvertently landed on the oil painting hanging at the door of the room.
He froze for a moment, then frowned thoughtfully.
Wen Chen followed Mo Yi's line of sight, and saw that on the neck of the woman hanging like a swan in the oil painting, the bloodstain became wider, and now it looked like a blood-red ribbon Wrapped tightly around the snow-white and slender limbs, as if you could see the gurgling blood flowing out from the flat wound.
Mo Yi squinted his eyes, then slowly stretched out his hand to wipe lightly on the canvas—the pads of his fingers were instantly stained with a moist touch, he looked at his fingers, and saw that the fingertips had been dyed red.
I don't know if it was covered with paint or blood.
Mo Yi was taken aback for a moment, as if he had thought of something, then he took out the note he found behind the oil painting from his backpack, and said silently: "A headless corpse rests on a thirst-quenching pillow like a small river. , flowing bright red and active blood..."
He looked at another note, and his eyes turned around the scribbled handwriting on it:
"Are you from the black abyss, or from the stars?"
Mo Yi's gaze sank, he looked up at Wen Chen and said:
"I need to see the oil painting in the newcomer's room."
After finishing speaking, he turned his head and opened the door, and walked hurriedly along the long and gloomy corridor in the previous direction, while Wen Chen followed behind him.
The two quickly arrived at the door of the room.
The lights in the room were still on, the door was wide open, and the cold, sweet and bloody smell permeated the corridor.
Mo Yi slowed down his pace and walked into the room slowly, his eyes flicked over the bed, the black as charred corpse was particularly dazzling under the light.
He withdrew his gaze, then turned his head to look at the oil painting near the door of the room - when he was in this room before, because the situation was too chaotic and complicated, coupled with the effect of light and shadow, Mo Yi hadn't actually seen the picture clearly before. What is the painting, this is the first time he has carefully looked at the painting.
I saw that the thick black picture frame was wrapped with golden silk thread, and a few simple still lifes were painted on the canvas. The silk tablecloth was spread behind the picture and under the still life, and the soft shadows and light and dark changes fluctuated under the light.
In the center of the picture are several scattered bottles and plates, and a half-eaten apple.
The most eye-catching thing is the poured glass bottle in the corner of the canvas. The delicate and heavy body of the bottle refracts colorful light under the light. The thick, deep and almost black liquid flows out of the bottle mouth, and the almost pitch-like texture is on the table. flowed on.
Mo Yi stretched out his hand to wipe it lightly, and the rough canvas made a slight sound with his movements—
He looked at his fingertips, only to see that there was also a light layer of black paint on them.
It looks as if it has been directly contaminated by the potion poured from the screen.
Mo Yi seemed to have finally confirmed the guess in his heart, and slowly let out a sigh of relief, then turned his head to look at Wen Chen with a condensed expression, and asked, "Do you still remember the prompt to start the game?"
Wen Chen nodded.
Mo Yi stared at the black paint on his fingers, twitched his fingertips gently, and murmured:
"Just the faded sketches of the tricolor pencils, fading away in solitude like me."
He took a deep breath and said, "In Baudelaire's time, three-color sketches were a very popular type of sketches. There were three colors, black, red, and white."
Mo Yi raised his eyes and said, "Now it's all black."