Chapter 130

Mo Yi pursed his lips and said nothing, his dark eyes quietly staring at Wen Chen's face that was close to him. Under his calm appearance, there seemed to be an ink undercurrent flowing.

The two of them blended their noses and eyes met.

A strange and silent atmosphere spread and fermented between the two, as if something was growing silently.

Mo Yi staggered his gaze lightly, moved his face away from the shadow cast by Wen Chen, and then slowly sat up as if nothing had happened.

A faint sense of loss flashed in Wen Chen's eyes, and he also straightened his waist. The soft light from the window shone in behind him, blurring his facial features and outlining his straight body into a straight and silent shadow.

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

His voice was filled with the hoarseness he had just woken up, gently rubbing through his eardrums like velvet, and then melting into the morning light that overflowed into the house.

Wen Chen suddenly raised his eyes, and the light-colored eyes under his eyebrows were shining brightly in the light behind him, almost making people's eyes hurt.

He strode forward, and the distance between the two was instantly shortened.

Mo Yi raised his hand and pulled Wen Chen's clothes, exerted a little force in his hand, forcing him to bend down.

Wen Chen followed Mo Yi's force and supported himself on the baffle at the foot of the bed with one hand. He stared at him with his eyes down and his eyes were deep, as if he was about to imprint his face in his mind.

The light smell of pine forest lingers at the nose, covering Mo Yi in a shallow and lingering way.

Mo Yi stretched out his other hand and slowly stroked Wen Chen's cheek.

The other party seemed to be startled by his movements, and his whole body suddenly froze, but he instantly relaxed his body and let Mo Yi's fingers rub his face gently.

Mo Yi stared at him thoughtfully, his fingers slightly outlined the curve of Wen Chen's jaw. The skin under his fingertips was slightly cold, and it felt like a delicate and warm jade to touch.

As he caressed casually, the cold surface seemed to be stained with a slight body temperature by his fingers. The temperature gradually increased, and it ironed his fingers a little hot.

Mo Yi's somewhat contemplative gaze gradually focused and looked at Wen Chen's face again.

I saw a slight blush on the other person's face from the root of his ears, gradually dyeing the entire face into a light pink color, and the tips of his ears hidden in his black hair were even red.

But Wen Chen's eyes still did not dodge at all, staring at Mo Yi directly, light eyes staring at his face with burning heat, and his breathing was slightly sprayed on Mo Yi's face.

Itchy.

Mo Yi lowered his eyes slightly, and then, as if to make the itch disappear, he exerted a little force on his hand, pulled Wen Chen's face closer, and then gently kissed the other person's lips.

The lips and lips are gently pressed against each other's soft touch, and the other's lips are clearly and clearly imprinted into the mind.

Mo Yi opened his mouth and took Wen Chen's lower lip and sucked it gently. The other party's body trembled slightly with his movements.

Wen Chen raised his hand and pressed Mo Yi's neck, excitedly trying to kiss him back, but he was stopped by Mo Yi's fingers that were tucked on his jaw.

Mo Yi let go of Wen Chen's lips, pulled a little further away, and then stood up sideways.

He looked back at Wen Chen, and his eyes were describing the other person's face.

The gentle, brief and warm kiss just now was almost just a stroke between lips and there was no deeper contact.

But Wen Chen reacted even harder than the previous intense wet kiss. His face was red, his chest was fluttering violently, his light-colored eyes were filled with water, his eyes were fierce and confused.

He stared at Mo Yi with a wrong look, his breathing was messy and heavy, and his lips were pursed tightly, as if he was suppressing something.

Mo Yi stopped looking at him, but turned his head and looked around his room for a week, his eyes casually passing by on the white note on the bedside table.

He did not reach out to pick up the piece of paper, but just gently moved his shoulders, feeling the thin clothes on his body tightly stuck to his skin by sticky sweat, and couldn't help but frown gently.

Mo Yi turned his head and said to Wen Chen, "I'll take a shower, you can do it yourself."

After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the bathroom.

Wen Chen's eyes never left him, but the light in his eyes slowly darkened, and he nodded quietly.

Mo Yi's eyes moved slightly, and he came forward by chance and pecked his lips with comfort.

Wen Chen's eyes widened in an instant.

Mo Yi was also a little hot now. He turned around and walked into the bathroom as if nothing had happened, and said as he walked:

"By the way, I used to consume so much in the dungeon. Are you sure you're fine now?"

Wen Chen's hoarse and low voice came from behind him, and his voice was suppressed: "...unsure."

Mo Yi's hand was already on the door handle of the bathroom. Wen Yan subconsciously turned his head to look at Wen Chen, and a syllable question was raised: "Oh?"

In the soft sunlight coming through the window, Wen Chen's figure slowly became lighter and lighter. The shallow light casts a halo on the floor through his body, as if he is slowly disappearing, and he only heard him say:

"I might have to sleep for a while next."

The color on his face had not yet faded. He stared at Mo Yi with his thin eyes, raised his lips and said:

"But I have to ask for my compensation first, otherwise what if you default on the debt."

After saying that, Wen Chen seemed to remember something and coughed slightly unnaturally. His figure had almost completely dissipated into a light smoke, leaving a blurry outline in the sunlight.

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

"...But now I owe you."

Mo Yi stared at the empty room, twitched the corners of his mouth, and used force under his palm to unscrew the bathroom door.

——For some reason, he didn't want to know what Wen Chen would give him back.

Half an hour later.

While wiping his wet hair, Mo Yi opened the bathroom door and walked out. The steaming steam in the room behind him dissipated with his movements, and a faint fragrance of shower gel was spreading in the room.

He put a slightly wet towel on his shoulders, walked to the bedside table, bent down and picked up the snow-white card and opened it.

Mo Yi glanced at it in a hurry and found that the procedural words above were exactly the same as before. The only thing that had changed was the rest time:

This time it took a full month.

He put the piece of paper back to its previous position with some boredom, and then opened the small gray box next to it.

Inside were the props Mo Yi purchased before the copy was opened. He took out the list in the box and browsed it casually. His eyes turned around in the box and found that the props in the copy he purchased had been automatically stored in the virtual backpack.

Mo Yi skimmed his lips slightly - at least at this point, this game is still very humane.

He casually inspected the memory of the virtual backpack and found that it was not full yet and there were several grids empty.

At this moment, he seemed to remember something.

Mo Yi was slightly stunned, his eyes slowly lit up. He quickly turned off his virtual backpack, then took down the wet towel on his shoulder and put it aside, then quickly walked to the table and turned on the computer.

He stared at the screen with all his concentration, his slender fingers leaped rapidly on the keyboard, and the crisp and dense typing sounds rang in the empty room.

Symbols and numbers alternated rapidly on the light blue screen, flipping downwards in rows.

The data streams transformed on the screen are reflected in Mo Yi's dark eyes, and are jumping rapidly at the bottom of Mo Yi's eyes, almost making it difficult to capture.

He stared at the small screen in front of him, devoted himself to it, tapped the keyboard with his fingers, and his thoughts quickly flowed into symbols and flowed out from his fingertips, converting them into rows of data on the computer screen.

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

He stared at the screen in front of him, frowning tightly—

What he had seen in the copy before was a string of broken code, which was incomplete and even deliberately covered up.

The code string Mo Yi just struck out is the most likely to achieve among the countless feasibility derived from the broken string of code. He typed the code he peeked in the copy based on his memory, and then tried to supplement it with his own ability, and even tried to expand and develop it.

Mo Yi stared at the results he made on the screen. The fluorescent light on the screen printed a pale blue light on his face, and his brows frowned-

He encountered a bottleneck.

This string of data is messy and complicated. Even if he tried his best to fill it in, the results he obtained were incomplete, disabled, and dead.

Instead of as he saw in the dungeon - full of vitality, jumping, transforming, and experiencing a cycle of life and death in seconds.

Mo Yi sighed with frustration and looked away from the screen. Then he realized that from when it started, the room was almost completely dark. The dim twilight shone in from outside the open window, and only the computer screen in front of him was still lit up.

He moved his shoulders gently and couldn't help but hiss-

The whole shoulder and back were as stiff as a numbness as if it had been a marathon. With a slight movement, it involved the movement of every muscle throughout the bone, causing a strong sense of pain.

Since he washed his hands, Mo Yi has never felt so painful again.

He frowned and rubbed his shoulders and back stiffly. Suddenly, a slight vibration sounded in his ears.

Mo Yi subconsciously turned his head to look at the phone he placed aside, and saw its screen light up and a message appeared.

Shown from Jiang Yuanrou.

He stretched his hand with difficulty and took the phone, slid his fingertips upwards, and saw a long list of missed calls and unread messages above.

Mo Yi frowned slightly - he was too focused just now and didn't hear it once.

He was about to click on the latest message when he heard a rush knock at the door.

Mo Yi paused, pressed his fingertips down, and then opened them, and saw clear handwriting on the light blue screen:
Chapter completed!