Wen Chen's low voice rippled in the air, and the tail sound was as blurred as the night color:

"You don't care about life and death. The only reason you want to get out of the game is that you don't want to be controlled, not out of fear of death."

His volume was as low as he was talking to himself, with a slight and vague darkness that was almost difficult to peek.

Wen Chen stretched out his palm, and his cold fingertips touched Mo Yi's face, as if he was touching some exquisite and fragile glass products:

"You like danger, so you accept the bond between you and me without any reluctance."

The fingertips were about to leave, but the cold feeling still stayed on Mo Yi's cheeks, slowly penetrated into the skin and texture, spreading into the bones in a cool way.

“It’s really…”

His tail sound suddenly blurred, and the words behind him were not heard in a true way, as if they were suddenly cut off, leaving only a little lingering sound that was still unsatisfied.

Wen Chen suddenly stood up and retreated a little, as if the aura of clouds lingering in the pine forest after the rain was away from Mo Yi's body.

Under the bright light, his light eyes were shining with metallic luster, and his well-contoured lip line stretched out a graceful curve. He calmly said without any sensation:

"——The porridge is ready, come and have supper."

Mo Yi's eyes, which had been indifferent and alienated, were slightly stunned.
Chapter completed!