Chapter 130

Mo Yi pursed his lips and did not speak. His dark eyes quietly watched Wen Chen's face. Under his calm appearance, he seemed to be flowing with a dark stream of ink.

Their noses mingled and their eyes met.

The strange and silent atmosphere spreads and ferments between them, as if something grows in the silence.

Mo Yi faintly staggers the line of sight, moves his face from the shadow cast by Wen Chen, and then slowly sits up as if nothing happened.

A faint loss flashed through Wen Chen's eyes, and he also straightened up. The soft light in the window came in from behind him, blurring his facial features and sketching his upright body into a straight and silent shadow.

Mo Yi looked up at him and said, "come here."

His voice had just awakened hoarse, like velvet, gently wiped the eardrum, and then into the morning light overflowing into the room.

Wen Chen suddenly raised his eyes, the light colored eyes under the high straight eyebrows were shining in the light behind, and almost stabbed people's eyes hurt.

He strode forward, and the distance between them was shortened in an instant.

Mo Yi raises hand to pull Wen Chen's dress lapel, the hand slightly makes force, force him to bend down.

Wen Chen follows Mo Yi's strength to approach, one hand supports on the baffle of the bed foot, droops the eye tightly to gaze at him, the vision is deep, seems to want to imprint his face in the brain in general.

The light smell of pine forest lingers in the nose and covers Mo Yi gently and lingering.

Mo Yi reaches out another hand, caresses the cheek of Wen Chen slowly.

The other party seemed to be frightened by his action, and his whole body was stiff for a moment, but he immediately relaxed his body and let Mo Yi's fingers gently rub his face.

Mo Yi gazed at him thoughtfully. His fingers sketched the radian of Wen Chen's lower jaw. The skin under his finger was slightly cold. It felt like delicate and warm jade.

With his careless caressing, the cold surface seemed to be slightly stained with body temperature by his fingers. The temperature gradually increased, and some of his fingers were ironed by some hair -

Mo Yi's meditative eyes gradually focused and looked at Wen Chen's face again.

See each other's face from the root of the ear began to appear a little red, gradually the whole face is dyed light pink, a pair of black hair in the ear tip is red.

But Wen Chen's eyes still did not dodge, staring at Mo Yi straightforwardly. His light eyes were burning at his face, and his breath was slightly disorderly sprayed on his face.

It's itchy.

Mo Yi drops his eyes slightly, and then, as if to make the itching disappear, he pulls Wen Chen's face closer with a little force on his hand, and then gently kisses each other's lips.

The soft touch of each other's lips is clearly and clearly printed in the mind.

Mo Yi opened his mouth to hold Wen Chen's lower lip and sucked it gently. The other side's body trembled with his action.

Wen Chen raises his hand to press Mo Yi's neck, excitedly wants to kiss back in the past, but is stopped by Mo Yi's finger on his jaw.

Mo Yi let go of Wen Chen's lip, pulled a little farther a little bit, and then stood up sideways.

He looked back at Wen Chen and traced each other's face.

The soft, short and tender kiss was almost a caress between the lips, and there was no deeper contact.

But Wen Chen had a bigger reaction than the fierce wet kiss before. His face was all red, his chest heaved violently, and his eyes were fierce and confused.

He made a mistake and gazed at Mo Yi. His breath was disorderly and heavy. His lips were tightly pursed, as if he was suppressing something.

Mo Yi doesn't look at him any more. He just looks around his room for a week. His eyes pass carelessly on the white note on the bedside table.

He didn't reach out to pick up the paper, but gently moved his shoulder, felt his thin clothes stuck to his skin with sticky sweat, and frowned slightly.

Mo Yi turns to say to Wen Chen: "I go to take a bath, you are free."

After that, he turned and walked to the bathroom.

Wen Chen's vision has not left him, but the light in the eyes is slowly dark down, he quietly nodded.

Mo Yi's eyes moved slightly, and he went up to him, pecking at his lips.

Wen Chen's eyes widened instantly.

Mo Yi is also a little hot now. He turns around and walks to the bathroom without incident. As he walks, he says:

"by the way, he consumed so much in the copy before. Are you sure it's ok now?"

Wen Chen's hoarse and low voice came from behind him, and his voice was oppressed Not sure. "

Mo Yi's hand at the moment has already grasped in the bathroom door handle, smell speech subconsciously turn head to look at Wen Chen, issued a question syllable: "Oh?"

Under the soft sunlight coming through the window, Wen Chen's figure was slowly becoming lighter and lighter. The shallow light cast a halo on the floor through his body, as if he were slowly disappearing"I'm probably going to sleep for a while."

"Br >" if you don't pay me, don't look at me with your eyes. "

After saying that, Wen Chen seemed to think of something, some unnatural gently coughed, his figure at the moment has almost completely dissipated into a piece of light smoke, leaving a vague outline in the sun.

Before Wen Chen completely disappeared, he left the last sentence, and the ending sound was floating in the room:

"..." But now I owe you. "

Mo Yi looks at the empty room. He Jerks at the corners of his mouth and turns the door of the bathroom open.

I don't know why, he didn't want to know what Wen Chen would return him.

Half an hour later.

While wiping his wet hair, Mo Yi opened the bathroom door and came out. The steaming water vapor in the room behind him dissipated with his action, and the room was filled with a shallow fragrance of bath gel.

He put a slightly wet towel over his shoulder, went to the bedside table, bent over and picked up the snow-white card and opened it.

as like as two peas, he had a quick glance. The procedural words on the above were exactly the same as before. Nothing changed. The only change was the rest time:

had a full month.

He put the piece of paper back to its original position and opened the small gray box next to it.

Inside is the props that Mo Yi bought before the copy was opened. He took out the list in the box and ran through it at random. He turned his eyes around the box and found that the items in his copy had been automatically stored in the virtual backpack.

Mo Yi slightly curls his lips - at least on this point, the game is still very human.

He casually inspected the memory of a circle of virtual backpack, and found that it was not full, and there were still several empty compartments.

Just then, he seemed to think of something.

Mo Yi is slightly stunned, and his eyes slowly light up. He quickly turns off his virtual backpack, puts the wet towel on his shoulder aside, and then quickly walks to the table and turns on the computer.

He was typing fast and his fingers were ringing in the room.

Symbols and numbers quickly alternate on the light blue screen, flipping down rapidly in rows.

The data stream transformed on the screen is reflected in Mo Yi's dark eyes, and it jumps rapidly at the bottom of Mo Yi's eyes, which is almost hard to catch.

He focused on a small screen in front of him, and devoted himself to it. His fingers hit the keyboard, and his thoughts quickly flowed into symbols, which flowed from his fingertips to lines of data on the computer screen.

I don't know how long it took, but Mo Yi finally stopped.

He stares at the screen in front of him and frowns tightly -

what he has seen in the copy before is just a bunch of broken code, which is incomplete and even deliberately covered up.

The code string just knocked out by Mo Yi is the most likely to be realized among the numerous possibilities derived from the broken code. According to his memory, he typed down the code he peeped into in the copy, and then tried to complete it with his own ability, and even tried to expand and develop it.

Mo Yi gazed at his achievements on the screen. The fluorescence of the screen printed a pale blue light on his face, and his brow was locked -

he met with a bottleneck.

This string of data is messy and complicated. Even if he tries his best to fill it up, the result is incomplete, disabled and dead.

It's not as he sees in the copy - alive, jumping, changing, going through a cycle of life and death in seconds.

Mo Yi sighed with frustration and moved his eyes away from the screen. He found that the room was almost completely dark from when it started. The twilight came in from the open window, and only the computer screen in front of him was still shining slightly.

He gently moved his shoulder, and he could not help hissing -

the whole shoulder and back were stiff and numb, as if he had experienced a marathon. When he moved gently, he pulled every muscle to move on the skeleton, bringing strong pain.

Since he washed his hands, Mo Yi has never had such pain.

He frowned and rubbed his shoulder stiffly. Suddenly, there was a slight vibration in his ear.

Mo Yi subconsciously turned to look at the mobile phone that he put aside. His screen lit up and showed a message.

The display is from Jiang yuanrou.

He reached for the mobile phone with difficulty, and his fingertips slid upward. There was a long string of missed calls and unread messages.

Mo Yi frowned slightly - he was so focused that he didn't hear it once.He was about to open the latest message when he heard a quick knock at the door.

Mo Yi made a pause, pressed down his fingertips and pointed to it. Clear handwriting appeared on the light blue screen:

"here I am. ——From Jiang yuanrou "

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