Chapter 125

Mo Yi tried hard to open his eyes, but his eyelids were heavy as if they were made of lead. His eyelashes fell down, and his vision was blurred. Only some fuzzy color blocks floated in front of him.

A pair of hands pressed on his back, the slightly cold touch felt on his skin through the cloth.

Mo Yi tried to move his body, but his limbs seemed to be numb as if he had lost consciousness, and the range of his movements was very small -

his cold cheek rubbed against the neck socket of the other party, but it seemed that he had brought up a strange temperature and started from the place where they contacted.

Mo Yi's throat overflowed with a low and vague groan. It seemed that he wanted to say something, but he could only utter some monotonous syllables.

He felt vaguely that his head was held up by a hand, and then something seemed to be stuck on his lips.

Soft, cold.

The thin, dry flaps pressed close to his lips and rubbed them gently. The moist and warm touch licked his lips and gently opened his teeth.

Mo Yi's head is in a daze, subconsciously following the touch of temperature, he tighter his lips together, sucking into the moist tip of his mouth.

The fresh pine wood breath in the other's mouth escapes from the joint and is sucked into his mouth along the body fluid.

The gentle and warm temperature slowly seeps into the blood vessels all over the body along the respiratory tract and oral cavity. The strength of the body can be seen to recover with the naked eye. The warm chest warms Mo Yi's body.

…… Not enough.

Mo Yi struggled to raise his arm and fiercely held back to absorb the trace of temperature.

…… Not enough, not enough!

He forcefully pointed his tongue toward the source of warmth and chewed fiercely. The sweet smell diffused from his lips, and the strong smell of rust diffused in his mouth. The warm blood instantly slid down the throat, burning the hot temperature all the way.

The chest and chest are more closely linked together, and you can almost feel the other party's Micro tremor -

Mo Yi's mind gradually returns, and his vague mind gradually becomes clear. He blinks at a loss.

His vision became clear, and his senses came back to life.

Mo Yi looked at the enlarged face in front of him, and his mind was a little blank for a moment.

He felt numb sucking from the tip of his tongue, and the tiny electric current came from his warm and wet mouth, which made him realize that he had put his tongue into the other person's mouth.

Wen Chen's deep facial features were close in front of her eyes, her lashes were slightly drooping, and her eyes were suffused with abnormal redness.

There was a loud "boom" in his ears. Mo Yi felt that his pores all over his body were steaming out, and his blood rushed fiercely to his head.

He hastily retreated to the back, but did not want to fit them too tightly. His sudden action almost tripped him.

On the contrary, Wen Chen helped him quickly with his eyes and hands. He didn't let Mo Yi fall down.

So Mo Yi fell back dizzily. The height of the two was similar, and the second contact became familiar -

four lips were pasted together again.

Mo Yi holds Wen Chen's shoulder and neck and ends the second short kiss.

He stepped back panting, staring at Wen Chen only one step away from him.

There was no change in the pale face of the other side, except for a pair of light gray eyes with watery light and shallow red at the end of the eyes.

Mo Yi's eye control falls on the other party's lips without knowing it --

Wen Chen's originally light color of lips has been ravaged and turned into ripe red, and her slightly rich lower lip is stained with bright blood.

Mo Yi pursed his lips subconsciously, and his lips felt a tingling pain, as if to tell him:

Yes, you did it, not a dream.

More blood poured up on his head, and his cheek was almost smoky. Mo Yi said dryly:

" Hi. "

He didn't know where to look. He could only move to his side, and then put on a shocked face.

Jiang yuanrou stood gaping a few steps away, a pair of eyes almost staring out of the eye, the whole person stood numbly not far away.

Mo Yi's brain stopped working.

He felt that the heat on his face was on fire.

If you ignore the red ear tip, Wen Chen looks calm and calm. He turns around and looks at Jiang yuanrou, then reaches out his hand and says to her:

"Hello, I'm a friend of Mo Yi, Wen Chen."

His voice was low and slightly hoarse.

Jiang yuanrou as a whole has not recovered from the shock just now.

After all, anyone who has experienced the moment of life and death in the horror copy can see his friend kissing with a strange homosexual passionately - twice or twice - and then can't react instantly.She subconsciously held Wen Chen's outstretched hand, and then mechanically replied:

" Jiang yuanrou. "

After saying that, Jiang yuanrou seemed to come back to her senses. Her eyes turned around between Wen Chen and Mo Yi, and her face turned red. She clenched her fist with one hand to her mouth and coughed awkwardly. Then she said:

"that You talk first. I'll go to other rooms. I'm familiar here anyway. "

After saying that, she ran away as if to run out.

Mo Yi looks at Jiang yuanrou's back. The temperature on his face rises instead of falling. He also gives a low cough and looks away awkwardly.

After his eyes fell on other parts of the room, he realized what Jiang yuanrou meant when he said, "she's familiar here anyway.".

They were standing in the middle of a dilapidated room, the walls of which were covered with rough wallpaper, and the dark green lattice could hardly distinguish the original color under the heavy dust.

There is nothing in the room. There are scattered broken sawdust and bricks on the ground. There is a crooked window on one side of the wall. There is no glass on the window. There are only a few sticks nailed on it, revealing the dark, dark sky outside.

Mo Yi looked at the window, and then took a step in that direction -

the faint blue countdown appeared in the crack between the boards, and dyed the rough surface of the board with a light blue.

There are 40 minutes left.

Now they should be in the old house of Jiang yuanrou's last copy.

Mo Yi frowned slightly and turned back, but he met Wen Chen who was coming to him --

his eyes were attracted by the red lips of the other party subconsciously. Mo Yi instantly felt that his cheek, which was slightly lower in temperature, was a little warm again. He coughed low and then broke the deadlock:

"that..."

After two words, Mo Yi stopped awkwardly - he didn't know what to say next.

He was silent for a moment and then asked, "well, do you need to take care of your wound..."

As soon as he said it, Mo Yi had a little regret - what did he say?! Dealing with the wound? Let the fog?

And he bit the wound!

On the face that peeps out: "smile Chen."

Mo Yi is stunned and looks up at him.

Only saw Chen long leg a stride to come to him, and then again kiss up, a little salty smell of rust spread in the mouth, accompanied by a little moist tip of the tongue in his lips gently licked.

Mo Yi's cheek became hot again. He suddenly stepped back and looked at Wen Chen with tongue tied:

"wait a minute, you What do you mean

Wen Chen gently rubbed his wet lower lip with his thumb, and the light blood color fainted at his fingertips. His light colored eyes focused on looking at Mo Yi, and then said:

"blood, can't be wasted, especially now you are still weak."

Mo Yi knows that Wen Chen's blood can save his life, but in this way, it is inevitable that Too

He frowned and opened his mouth as if to say something.

But the next second, Wen Chen once again step forward, stopped Mo Yi is about to export words.

Mo Yi subconsciously back a step, followed by his back stick to the cold and hard wall.

Wen Chen's deep voice came into his ears:

"I mean Can I chase you? "

Mo Yi can't help but be stunned. The cold feeling of the wall behind him spreads into the skin close to his sweaty shirt, which successfully calms his mind down.

Just pulled back from the edge of life and death brought by the loss and bewilderment, from the body like the tide of general retreat, leaving only rational dark hard gravel.

Mo Yi frowned slowly and looked back at Wen Chen with a pair of gloomy dark eyes:

"we are the same gender, and we are not even the same species."

The faint light on the top of his head cast a deep shadow on Wen Chen's high eyebrow bone. A pair of light colored pupils were hidden in the shadow, and their eyes were burning at him:

"you and I know that I don't care about this, and you don't care about this. Why use this reason to prevaricate me."

Mo Yi gave a low smile, straightened up his back against the wall and approached Wen Chen:

"can you tell me why?"

They were close enough that Mo Yi could even see the tip of his ear hidden in his black hair, disobeying his master's wishes and showing a reddish tinge inconsistent with his calm appearance.

Mo Yi narrowed his eyes and looked at Wen Chen. There was a slight sense of oppression in his dark black eyes, which made it difficult to stare closely:

"you and I all know that your attitude towards me has been very strange from the beginning, so And don't use the reason of love at first sight to prevaricate me

Wen Chen looked at him deeply"Not at first sight, of course."

Mo Yi frowned and said firmly, "so we have met before."

Wen Chen does not answer, just slightly side opens a face, the light of the top of the head cuts his clear outline face into distinct shadow and color block.

So Mo Yi got the answer he wanted.

He stepped back a little, his eyes drooped slightly, his eyes cold, and he seemed to want to say something.

The next second, Wen Chen suddenly steps forward, slender arms embrace him, cold cheek sticks to Mo Yi warm neck side, make him can't help a shiver.

Mo Yi was just about to push him away, so he just heard the voice of Wen Chen trembling in his ears:

" I'm really worried. "

Mo Yi's action.

Wen Chen hugged his arms without exerting force, just loosely closed. Even in this way, Mo Yi could feel the slight shaking from his strong body:

"this copy is more difficult than usual. In order to exclude my influence, it has even set a middle game for you."

Wen Chen's cold breath was pasted on his neck socket:

" I really, really... " The rest of the words were swallowed down his throat, and only vague syllables could be heard.

A faint smell of pine forest lingers on the nose.

Mo Yi's thoughts are complicated.

He stayed in the air, his arm was stiff, turned the direction, some unnaturally, comfortingly, gently patted Wen Chen's back.

The two maintained this unnatural embrace.

Wen Chen's low and weak voice came from the ear, with shallow exploration and uncertainty in the 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 sharp red ears near his eyes. For a moment, Mo Yi replied in a ghostly way:

" Maybe. "

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Mr. Wen Chen, do you have any experience in strategy?

Wen Chen: "coquettish man is the best life, some people eat soft do not eat hard."

Mo · eat soft not eat hard · Yi: "???

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I: today, in order to prevent everyone from eating soil, I come to serve you dog food today!

Jiang yuanrou: ---???

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