Mo Yi stretched out his hand to unbutton the neckline, exposing a large piece of skin between the neck and the collarbone to the slightly cold air in the room, and his complexion, which had not seen the sun for a long time, was a bit dazzling white among the loose fabrics
At this moment, he suddenly realized something, stopped what he was doing, and turned to look at Wen Chen.
Wen Chen looked back at him with a natural face, as if nothing was wrong—if his eyes hadn't kept wandering into Mo Yi's open neckline, Mo Yi would have believed him more as if nothing had happened.
He raised his eyebrows lightly, and said flatly, "Avoid it?"
There was undisguised disappointment and pity in Wen Chen's eyes, and his gaze circled around Mo Yi's exposed half of his chest as if in substance, before he reluctantly walked out the door.
When he heard the door of the room close with a click, Mo Yi lowered his head and continued the action he had not completed just now.
Only two buttons were undone, and he stopped again.
Mo Yi closed his eyes forcefully, then took a deep breath slowly, and said, "Wen Chen?"
The room was quiet, and there was no one in sight. Mo Yi clasped his arms with both hands, and sighed helplessly:
"I know you're here."
There was a slight fluctuation in the air in front of the bed, and a human figure slowly appeared in front of his eyes. Wen Chen frowned tightly, looked at Mo Yi in disbelief, and said, "Are you..."
Mo Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, his vision successfully blocked Wen Chen's next words in his throat, he raised his hands as if surrendering, and then turned his head and walked out of the room thinking he was justified.
There was a slight knocking sound as the door panel closed, resounding in the quiet room.
Mo Yi didn't move, but said slowly, "Hiding in the bathroom doesn't count."
As soon as his voice fell, he heard the sound of opening the door near the door, the sound of footsteps walking outside and the real closing sound of the door, and the room returned to silence.
Mo Yi helplessly raised his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose, and then finally began to change his clothes.
More than ten minutes later, Mo Yi finally put on the whole outfit. He turned his neck, stretched his fingers into the bow tie awkwardly, and pulled it, so that the neckline loosened a little from the state of being close to the skin—even for the This kind of dress is very uncomfortable, but he also has to admit that this set of clothes is completely tailored according to his figure, and it fits his body perfectly.
He tried to turn the joints of his limbs, then raised his body and shouted: "I'm fine."
Before Mo Yi's lingering sound disappeared, there was an instant sound of opening and closing the door. Before he could react, he saw Wen Chen walking in front of him quickly.
Wen Chen stopped abruptly a few steps away from him.
There was no expression on his face, the deep-lined face was like a sculpture, but every inch of his muscles concealed a faint tension, and his light-colored eyes were hidden under the high arched eyebrows, staring closely at Mo Yi.
Mo Yi felt a little unnerved by his expressionless gaze, so he opened his arms half jokingly and half seriously, and asked:
"How about it?"
Wen Chen's Adam's apple moved, and there was an inorganic gleam in his pale gray eyes, and he said in a hoarse voice:
"I regret."
Mo Yi didn't expect Wen Chen to react like this, so he couldn't help being stunned: "What?"
Wen Chen took a step forward slowly, stretched out his hand to hold Mo Yi's shoulder, and gently patted the dust that did not exist on the smooth shoulder line of the dress, his eyes darkened slightly:
"I don't want you in this suit—unless it's in front of me."
Mo Yi shook his head, stretched out his hand and patted Wen Chen's palm on his shoulder, and said helplessly, "Don't make trouble, this is a dungeon request."
Wen Chen narrowed the distance between the two to only a few feet, his slightly cool lips fell, and he exchanged a short kiss with Mo Yi.
He pressed his forehead against Mo Yi's, and there was a rare trace of frustration in his deep and hoarse voice:
"… I know."
Mo Yi couldn't help laughing, put his palm on Wen Chen's cheek and rubbed it vigorously, seeing a trace of physiological blood on his bewildered pale face, then took a step back, and said seriously:
"Get down to business - I have a suit now, what about you?"
Mo Yi is a player in the dungeon, so the dungeon will prepare a dress that can be changed for him, but Wen Chen is not, and if he wants to sneak into the dinner party, he must at least wear a dress, so that others will not feel too strange .
Wen Chen's complexion returned to normal, and he smiled lowly: "Don't worry."
After finishing speaking, he carefully observed Mo Yi up and down for a while, then raised his fingertips slightly, and swept lightly in the void, the thick white mist visible to the naked eye seemed to be squeezed out of the air, following his movements crazily It came, and after a few seconds, the fog dissipated.
A gown that is almost identical to Mo Yi's style appeared on Wen Chen's body. The smooth line of the clothes properly showed his broad shoulders and narrow waistline. The color of this gown was slightly darker than Mo Yi's. A little, only a few details of the whole body have been changed.
Wen Chen straightened his sleeves, raised his eyes to look at him, and asked in a deep voice, "How is it?"
Mo Yi squinted his eyes to look at him, frowned pretending to be troubled, and looked him up and down for a long time, seeing that Wen Chen's whole body became stiff due to nervousness, and only a little smile appeared on the corners of his brows and eyes:
"very nice."
Wen Chen's tense face finally relaxed, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and he walked forward with long legs.
Before his kiss fell, Mo Yi stretched out his hand against his chest, opened the distance between the two, looked at him thoughtfully, and then asked slowly:
"It's just... this style?"
Wen Chen's gaze wandered for a moment, he pretended to be calm and looked away, and replied: "...Only what's on you can be used as a reference."
—So it’s a couple model
Mo Yi squinted his eyes, looked at Wen Chen not very trustingly, saw the other party's eyes erratic, just stared at himself, and the pale ear tips hidden in the black hair were gradually stained with a touch of blood.
Just then, there was a soft knock on the door.
Mo Yi let go of Wen Chen who had a guilty face, turned and walked towards the door of the room. After opening the door, the maid standing outside the room was the same maid who took them to afternoon tea last time. Still without the slightest expression, he just bowed deeply to him, and then said in a polite tone: "Dear guest, please come with me."
After finishing speaking, the maid turned around and walked out, just like last time.
Mo Yi and Wen Chen glanced at each other, and also stepped forward to follow.
I don't know if it is their illusion, the lights in the corridor seem to be a little brighter, the maid walked in front of them unhurriedly, the corridor in front of them seems to be endless, while Mo Yi and Wen Chen An An quietly followed behind, quietly observing the details along the way.
The maid seemed to lead them on a road they had never traveled before, and the scene in front of them became increasingly unfamiliar.
Mo Yi was not surprised by this—after all, he found the side hall through the sound of the piano, and found the secret door in the side hall through a passing figure. Obviously, there are many secret doors and secret doors in this house. The secret channel cannot be opened without triggering a certain condition, and it is even invisible to the eyes of ordinary people.
The road ahead is getting wider and wider, and the fragrance of rich and fragrant flowers can be heard from not far away, spreading in the warm and dim corridor, and the melodious music can be faintly heard.
Finally, the maid in front stopped and stretched out her hand to push open the door in front of her. The instantly clear music of the fragrance of flowers rushed to her face, as if it was showing a fresh life in front of her eyes.
The maid bowed slightly and made a gesture of invitation.
Mo Yi and Wen Chen walked slowly into the open door.
This is an extremely gorgeous banquet hall, the lights illuminate the entire room brilliantly, and there is a band playing music in the orchestra pit. Although they also have pale and stiff faces, the music is melodious and cheerful.
Marble statues with graceful body curves are scattered all over the room irregularly, holding delicate silver plates in their bent or raised arms. Fruits cut into delicate shapes and rich pastries are placed in the silver plates, the color Beautiful and inviting, but the huge long table in the center where the dinner party was held was not yet seated.
Mo Yi glanced roughly around the hall, and caught sight of several familiar faces—some players had already arrived, and they were all wearing evening gowns. Jewelry, men in crisp gowns, shoulder straps and waistcoat straps glinting in the lights.
It looked as though there really was a Victorian dinner party about to take place.
Mo Yi walked around the room pretending to be unintentional, looking for all the corners where mirrors might appear, but still found nothing. He frowned slightly, reached out his hand to slightly mess up his temples, and lifted He glanced at the wine glass on the tray in the hand of the marble statue.
Mo Yi walked to a corner of the room like this, and asked the waiter standing there with a natural expression:
"Um... do you know where I can look in the mirror? I think my hair is a little messed up."
The waiter looked at him with dark eyes, turned a blind eye to Mo Yi's upturned hair, and replied politely and distantly:
"Sir, your hairstyle is perfect."
A perfect smile appeared on Mo Yi's face: "Thank you."
He turned around, the smile on his face disappeared slowly like the ripples on the lake, his dark eyes were closed coldly, quietly watching the amber ups and downs in the wine glass in his hand.
Wen Chen stretched out his hand to help Mo Yi press down the raised hair.
Mo Yi thanked absently, then took a sip of the wine in the glass, and frowned uncomfortably because of its spicy taste.
Wen Chen took the wine glass in his hand calmly, replaced it with a glass of fruit wine from the tray next to it, and stuffed it into his hand.
Other players came to the banquet hall one after another. For a while, the room that was originally only filled with music was filled with low whispers, and the elusive housekeeper also appeared in the dark corner of the room at some point. .
Mo Yi broke free from his own thoughts and sat down with the others—
The dinner party has begun.