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Chapter 134 Chapter One Hundred and Thirty Four
"Congratulations on your successful escape" source:
Chapter One Hundred and Thirty Four
Wen Chen approached Mo Yi, his light-colored eyes glowed with champagne-like luster under the light, and his eyelashes drooped, staring at Mo Yi intently.
The air was filled with the sweet scent of porridge, and the rich rice fragrant was tumbling dully, coming with the warm water vapor.
The overhead lights are bright and gentle, blocking the dense and vast night out of the window.
The exhaustion of sleepless work rushes like a tide, sweeping through every sense of the body violently, and shattering the sober reason in the brain.
Mo Yi looked back at Wen Chen, a slight trance flashed in his eyes--
That strange sense of familiarity seems to be coming back again.
Different from the faintness and vagueness of the last time, this time it came to be gentle and gentle, as if a gentle level passed over the chest quietly, and the warm touch spread along the limbs...
It is hazy like a midsummer night's dream.
Maybe it was the long working hours that made his brain slow down, or maybe his weak body made his will also weaken.
Mo Yishen wrapped his hands around Wen Chen's neck and gently pressed the back of his neck, applying force with his fingers——
He touched Wen Chen's lips lightly, and the soft feather-like touch flew away, as if it had never existed before.
Wen Chen's eyes widened slightly in disbelief, as if he was being eaten into his stomach just now as if he had been teasing him calmly.
Mo Yi let go, took a step back, and said nonchalantly:
"Thanks."
After speaking, he stretched out his sore and stiff limbs, then walked to the dining table, pulled the chair away and sat down.
He looked up at Wen Chen as usual, said with a chuckle, "I'm hungry."
Wen Chen seemed to have reacted. A shallow blush spread at the base of his ears, and he let out a light cough, and pressed hard on the corners of his lips that he couldn't control.
He walked quickly into the kitchen, lowered his head and picked up the ladle next to the pot, and stirred it twice absent-mindedly, but the corner of his eye kept peeking at Mo Yi sitting at the table with Yu Guang.
Mo Yiro consciously raised his head and looked in his direction. Wen Chen was shocked and immediately retracted his gaze.
He stared at the porridge turning over in the pot, coughed slightly, and then reached out to turn off the fire:
"All right."
After that, Wen Chen used a spoon to fill a bowl of porridge from a porcelain bowl in the cupboard. The rich aroma of rice rose with the white steam, and the whole room was filled with the sweet smell of porridge.
He walked over, pushed the bowl in front of Mo Yi, and placed the delicate white porcelain spoon on the edge of the bowl, and said in a deep voice:
"Be careful."
Mo Yi pulled the bowl closer and made a sudden movement. His eyes fell on the fresh flowers on the enamel of the white bowl, and he asked with some hesitation:
"……newly bought?"
According to his impression, he has never cooked since he moved to this apartment. All the kitchen utensils are included in the purchase of the house. It is even more unlikely that he will go out to buy bowls or something...
Wen Chen pulled the chair opposite him and sat down, staring at him through the white mist that curled up, and gave a soft "um".
Mo Yi took a spoonful of porridge to his lips, blew it gently, and then sent it into his mouth.
delicious.
Actually... Thinking about it carefully, none of the things he has eaten these days is off his appetite.
He raised his head and looked at Wen Chen, who was sitting across the table. The water vapor in the kitchen softened the other's contoured face, his high eyebrows were heavily pressed down, and he was always faintly dangerous when he was not smiling.
Mo Yi couldn't imagine the scene of the other party going to the supermarket to pick small porcelain bowls with broken flowers.
But everything seemed to make him unable to question—as if this was what everything should be.
He suddenly asked, "By the way, have you cultivated your previous overdraft condition?"
Wen Chen nodded.
Mo Yi looked down and stirred the thick porridge in the bowl thoughtfully, and continued to ask:
"When can you condense into a human form?"
Wen Chen thought for a while and replied: "It was probably three days ago."
Mo Yi took a spoonful of porridge and sent it to his mouth. The rich aroma of grain spread in his mouth instantly, and the glutinous rice grains and plump red beans were overripe.
He lowered his eyes and chewed in silence.
When he was fascinated by his work, he almost didn't recognize it-he couldn't hear other sounds except the machine, and couldn't see the images except the screen. The whole person fell into a state of almost madness, as if entering another world same.
People who don't know him well will not know his habit.
Mo Yi couldn't help but recall the words he asked Wen Chen when he was in the dungeon before-"So we met before?"
Wen Chen's refusal to answer at the time made him affirm his conjecture.
But everything that happened after that—whether it was the familiarity that appeared from time to time, or the other person's understanding of himself.
They all proved that... they may not only have seen it before, but even communicated so closely that they could know the other's personal habits.
But Mo Yi reviewed his life over the past two decades and was very sure that he had never met Wen Chen.
So, here comes a new question... If he and Wen Chen really knew each other before, where did their previous memories go?
It stands to reason that he can actually ask Wen Chen directly. According to the attitude he showed before, it is very likely that Wen Chen will desperately give him the answer even if he will be punished.
The spoon touched the bottom, and a crisp sound was drawn on the bottom of the porcelain bowl.
Mo Yi let out a long sigh of relief, and finally gave up his thoughts——
First, based on the fact that he couldn't even remember his name before, Wen Chen probably didn't know it. Second, even if he knew it, it would cost a great price to say this answer-according to Mo Yi now understands the game, this problem is likely to have touched its core, and Wen Chen has been injured because of resisting the game before, and the punishment brought by this resistance is likely to be impossible even for him. Bearable.
According to the current situation, Wen Chen is more or less his teammate. It is not only unwise to cause him a wound that is extremely difficult to heal for a temporarily insignificant problem, but it is not worth the gain.
Mo Yi took the finished bowl to the kitchen and put it in the dishwasher.
The warm feeling of fullness spread from the stomach to the whole body, the soft light illuminates the room in the middle of the night, and the exhaustion slowly crawled out of the depths of the body, eroding his senses little by little.
Wen Chen also stood up at this moment, looked at Mo Yi standing in the kitchen, and said warmly: "Go to bed for a while, you need to rest."
——He is really used to falling into a coma every time after working without sleep for several days, and then continue to work after waking up.
Mo Yi yawned, blinked slowly, and nodded tiredly.
He took a shower as fast as he could, brushed his teeth, then returned to his room, threw his body onto the bed, and the warm and soft bed and quilt rushed towards him.
Wen Chen stood at the door of the room and said softly: "Good night."
Mo Yi replied: "Good night."
The door of the room was slowly closed, and the warm yellow light narrowed and narrowed along the door gap, shrinking into a thin gap. Only a slight click sounded not far away, and the light completely disappeared. The whole room was shrouded in deep and dense darkness.
Mo Yi suddenly lost his sleep.
He opened his eyes and stared quietly at the ceiling in the darkness, the vague outline of the ceiling light lying quietly in his sight.
There was a faint rustling sound in the ear, as if the breeze outside the window was slowly moving.
He seemed to feel something, and said:
"...Wen Chen."
As soon as his voice fell, there was mist slowly gathering in the room, condensed into a human figure in front of his bed, standing quietly in the dark.
Mo Yi closed his eyes helplessly: "Do you usually stay here like this?"
Wen Chen did not answer, but Mo Yi already knew his answer. He propped up his upper body with his arms and continued to ask:
"Every day?"
Wen Chen still did not answer, but Mo Yi saw his head tilted to one side in the dark, and seemed embarrassed to look at him.
Mo Yi sighed, "Are you not sleeping?"
Wen Chen's voice came from the darkness, low, and sounded a little dull: "...I don't need to sleep."
Mo Yi turned over from the bed, opened the door of the room and walked out, beckoning Wen Chen to follow.
Wen Chen quietly followed.
Mo Yi opened the other door next to his room. The layout inside was exactly the same as his own room. Mo Yi walked to the bedside table in the room, opened the drawer, took out a phone exactly like himself and handed it to Wen Chen, saying:
"The last dungeon arrived just after it ended. You were asleep at that time, so I put it here."
He raised his chin and said, "Open it up and look."
Wen Chen lit the screen and found that there was a conspicuous retro icon on the home screen-Snake.
Mo Yi continued:
"You can explore other functions yourself, and I have already connected WiFi for you."
Wen Chen pressed off the screen, looked at the reflection of his face on the screen, raised his head and showed a faint smile: "Thank you."
Mo Yi walked to the door and said as he walked:
"From now on, this will be your room. Although it may not be too big, it is at least an independent space."
He emphasized the word independence, and when he walked to the door of the room, he turned his head and smiled at Wen Chen:
"Welcome to stay, roommate."
Mo Yi helped Wen Chen close the door, then returned to his house, yawned, and lay down on the bed.
He reached out his hand and fumbled to turn off the lamp, then closed his eyes, and his sleepiness gradually came on——
After a short while, Mo Yi suddenly opened his eyes, narrowed his eyes slightly, and stared at the darkness:
"Wen Chen?"
The room was empty and nothing changed.
Mo Yi sat up straight, opened the lamp, rubbed his temples with a headache, and said:
"Come out, I know you are."
As soon as his voice fell, he saw mist slowly gathering by his bed, condensing into a humanoid silhouette.
Wen Chen stared at Mo Yi in bewilderment, and asked in disbelief:
"How did you know that I was? Before..."
Mo Yi slowly narrowed his eyes: "Before? Huh?"
Wen Chen knew that he had missed the words, and instantly closed his voice, avoiding Mo Yi's gaze with a guilty conscience and turning his head to look away, a slight blush at the base of his ears.
Seeing Wen Chen standing by his bed with his head drooping, like a child who did something wrong, Mo Yi sighed, feeling soft.
He moved into the bed:
"Come up."
Seeing Wen Chen's eyes suddenly lit up, Mo Yi regretted:
"Just one night."
Wen Chen's gaze was still bright like a searchlight, and his light-colored eyes stared at him nicely.
Mo Yi added coldly:
"--And don't use hands or feet."