Chapter 151

Mo Yi spread out the crumpled paper in his hand, and the dust fell down. On the paper, it was written in scribbled handwriting:

"your kiss is spring. Your mouth is a medicine bottle. You come from the black abyss, or come from the stars?"

There are two lines of poetry with unknown meaning.

He frowned slowly, carefully examining the fuzzy handwriting on the note, while searching for the relevant traces in his memory.

But what remained in his mind was only some vague impression, so Mo Yi basically got nothing.

Mo Yi took a deep breath, folded the note again and put it into the pocket inside his backpack. He put it together with the note 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 himself tightly.

Mo Yi was startled.

His sight moved slowly from Wen Chen's bright, starry eyes to his red ear tips hidden in his black hair. Only then did he think of his action under impulse when he was in front of the public.

Mo Yi has always been calm and self-sustaining, but he is also a little embarrassed for a moment. He opens his mouth and seems to want to explain something.

But the first fuzzy syllable has not yet been exported. Wen Chen takes a big step forward, shortens the distance between them. Then he reaches for Mo Yi's jaw and kisses him fiercely.

Mo Yi only felt a pain in his lips. His cold and soft kiss and his hot and short breath suddenly bumped up. The faint rust smell that belonged to someone was diffused between his lips and teeth.

Different from the fierce and ferocious action just now, Wen Chen's action became gentle, licking and rubbing her lips like a small animal, as if she was afraid to refuse.

Mo Yi sighed in his heart, then slowly opened his teeth and gently sucked Wen Chen's lower lip in response.

Wen Chen's breath is suffocating, and then more excited to kiss back.

With the rapid and disordered breathing, the slight water stains of lips and tongue are clear and sensational in the silent room.

After a long kiss, Mo Yi presses Wen Chen's back neck and opens the distance between them a little. Then he stares at Wen Chen's face.

His pale face was covered with deep and shallow blush, and even the corners of his eyes were dyed red. His light eyes narrowed slightly. The fierce eyes like predators tightly grasped Mo Yi, and his breath was short and disordered.

Wen Chen's fingers pressed on Mo Yi's shoulder tightened slightly, and his body slowly leaned forward. He gently put his cold forehead against Mo Yi's warm forehead, and then asked in a very low voice:

" You don't have no feelings for me, do you? "

Mo Yi sighs slowly - since he met Wen Chen, the number of sighs has increased several times more than before - and then he replies with compromise:

"of course."

He pressed his fingers on the cold and soft skin behind Wen Chen's neck, stroked it gently with his thumb along the sharp curve of his jaw, and then replied in a low and light voice:

" Or do you think anyone can sleep in my room? "

The breath of Wen Chen becomes abrupt rise, light gray Mou son is bright like star moon, almost make Mo Yi can't bear to say go on.

But he has to say -

"however, I have feelings for you, which does not mean that there is no estrangement between us - so, I will say it directly..."

He sighed and said in a steady and cold voice:

"if you know me as you say, you will find what I am doing."

Wen Chen gazed at him and nodded slowly. Although they could not express their words clearly, they both understood Mo Yi's voice beyond the picture - he was dealing with the game.

And Wen Chen, good coincidence - is a part of the game.

Chen asked in a low voice:

"are you willing to make this matter clear, does it mean that You trust me a little more? "

Mo Yi takes a deep breath, nods slowly, and looks at Wen Chen in an impartial way:

"yes."

Not a little, but a lot.

It's more likely that he'll be able to give his own hand and control to the other side even before he gives up his plan.

Wen Chen gazed at him with a smile on his face:

"your wish is the meaning of my existence."

Mo Yi's breath was slightly stagnant. He only heard that Chen came up to him and gently imprinted a cold kiss on his lips, but it was as hot as a brand. He murmured as if in a whisper:

"I will help you."

Mo Yi lowered his eyelashes, covered up the expression in his eyes, and pressed his fingers on the back neck of Wen Chen more forcefully, almost white. His face was still, his voice was slightly astringent, and he could hardly hear the original tone"Even if Which means, you're going to disappear? "

Wen Chen stretched out his hand and slowly encircled Mo Yi. His cold and loose breath surrounded him as if after a rainstorm. His voice was low and gentle, and he said as if under oath:

"-- even if it means I will disappear."

Mo Yi stuck his jaw in the sunken shoulder socket of Wen Chen, his hands around his broad back, and his arms tightened slightly.

He lowered his eyes. Gently asked, "do you believe me?"

Wen Chen nods, his line slants hard jaw to direct Mo Yi's back, without hesitation ground "um" one.

Mo Yi pushed Wen Chen aside, gently lifted the corner of his lips, and drew a sharp and arrogant arc:

"that's good."

He raised his hand to pinch the thin ear tip of Wen Chen, looked at the small piece of cold and clean skin turning red and hot at his fingertips, and then slowly said, "you will not disappear."

Wen Chen's eyes did not avoid staring at him, gently asked: "so, do you promise me to be your boyfriend?"

Mo Yi narrowed his eyes and laughed: "No

He pinched Wen Chen's chin, and then gathered together to kiss gently on his pale lips: "however, when the game is over, maybe it."

The radian of Wen Chen's lip angle could hardly be suppressed. His eyes focused on Mo Yi, as if he were looking at the whole world.

Mo Yi subconsciously turned his head to stagger Wen Chen's line of sight, but his eyes inadvertently fell on the oil painting hanging at the door of the room.

He was stunned for a moment, then frowned thoughtfully.

Wen Chen followed Mo Yi's line of sight and saw that the woman on the oil painting looked like a swan on her neck, and the bloodstain became wider. Now it looks like a blood red ribbon wrapped around the snow-white and slender limbs, as if you could see the gurgling blood overflowing from the smooth wound.

Mo Yi squints his eyes, and then slowly reaches out to wipe it on the canvas. His finger pulp is instantly stained with a touch of wet touch. He looks at his finger and sees that his fingertip has been dyed red.

I don't know whether it was painted or blood.

Mo Yi was stunned. He seemed to think of something. Then he took out the note he found after the painting from his backpack and said silently: "a headless corpse on the thirsty pillow is like a river, flowing out red and active blood..."

He looked at another note and turned his eyes around the scrawled handwriting:

"are you from the black abyss, or from the stars?"

Mo Yi's eyes sank. He looked up at Wen Chen and said:

"I need to see the oil painting in the new man's room."

After that, he turned his head and opened the door. He walked along the long and dark corridor in a hurry. Wen Chen followed him.

They quickly arrived at the door of the room.

The light in the room was still on, the door was wide open, and the cold, sweet and greasy smell and bloody smell filled the corridor.

Mo Yi slowed down his pace and walked into the room slowly. His eyes flitted over the bed. The dark corpse was as dazzling as coke in the light.

He withdrew his sight, then turned to look at the oil painting near the door of the room. When he was in this room before, due to the chaos and complexity of the situation, coupled with the role of light and shadow, Mo Yi did not actually see what was being painted in the picture. This was the first time he carefully looked at the painting.

The dark and thick frame was wrapped with golden silk thread, and several simple still life were painted on the canvas. The silk tablecloth was laid behind the screen and below the still life. The soft shadows and light and dark changes fluctuated under the light.

In the middle of the picture are a few scattered bottles and plates, with an apple half eaten.

The most eye-catching is the glass bottle in the corner of the canvas. The delicate and thick bottle reflects colorful light under the light. The rich, deep and almost black liquid flows along the bottle mouth, and the texture of asphalt flows on the table top.

Mo Yi stretched out his hand and gently wiped it on it. The thick canvas made a slight noise with his movements.

he looked at his finger belly and saw that there was a light layer of black paint on it.

It looks as if it has been directly contaminated from the potion poured from the picture.

Mo Yi seemed to have finally confirmed his guess in his heart. He slowly let out a breath, then turned his head to Wen Chen and asked, "do you still remember the hint of the beginning of the game?"

Wen Chen nods.

Mo Yi looked at the black paint on his finger, gently twiddled his fingertips, and whispered:

"only the faded sketch drawn by the tricolor pencil, like me, gradually disappears in loneliness."

He took a deep breath and said, "in Baudelaire's time, tricolor sketching was a very popular type of drawing at that time. It used three colors: black, red and white."Mo Yi raised his eyes and said, "it's black now."

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