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Chapter 151 Chapter One Hundred and Fifty One
Chapter One Hundred and Fifty One
Mo Yi unfolded the crumpled note in his hand and flattened it, and the fine dust fell rustlingly down, only to see the messy handwriting written on the paper:
"Your kiss is an aphrodisiac, and your mouth is a medicine bottle. You come from the black abyss, or come from the stars?"
It is another two lines of verse with unknown meaning.
He frowned slowly, carefully examining the faint writing on the note, while searching for related traces in his memory.
But all that remained in his mind were vague impressions, so Mo Yi basically found nothing.
Mo Yi took a deep breath, folded the piece of paper carefully again, stuffed it into the small pocket inside the backpack, and placed it with the piece of paper found behind the oil painting frame in his room.
When he had done all this, he raised his head and found Wen Chen standing by his side, staring at himself closely.
Mo Yi was taken aback.
His gaze moved slowly from Wen Chen's light-colored eyes, which were as bright as stars, to the tips of his red ears hidden in his black hair. Only then did he later realize his impulsive actions in front of everyone.
Mo Yi's always calm and self-sufficient face was also a little embarrassed for a while, he opened his mouth, as if he wanted to explain something.
But the first vague syllable hadn't even exited yet, Wen Chen took a big step forward, shortening the distance between the two in an instant, and then reached out his hand to hold Mo Yi's chin and kissed it fiercely.
Mo Yi only felt a pain in his lips, and the cold and soft kiss and the hot, rapid breathing slammed into him, and the faint smell of rust filled his lips and teeth.
Different from the fierce and fierce movements just now, Wen Chen's movements became soft, and he gently licked and rubbed Mo Yi's lips like a small animal, as if he was afraid of rejection.
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 choked, and then kissed back more excitedly.
The slight sound of water stains entwined with lips and tongue, accompanied by rapid and turbulent breathing, appeared clear and sensational in the quiet room.
After the long kiss was over, Mo Yi pressed Wen Chen's back neck, stretched the distance between the two slightly, and then stared at Wen Chen's face close at hand.
His pale complexion was covered by deep and shallow blush, even the corners of his eyes were stained red, his light-colored eyes were slightly narrowed, and the predator-like fierce eyes gripped Mo Yi tightly, his nose short. And disorder.
Wen Chen's fingers pressed on Mo Yi's shoulders tightened slightly, and his body slowly leaned forward, gently pressing his cold forehead against Mo Yi's slightly sweaty warm forehead, and then asked in a very low voice:
"...You don't have no feelings for me, right?"
Mo Yi sighed slowly—the number of sighs he had sighed since he met Wen Chen has increased several times more than before—and then replied in compromise:
"of course."
He pressed his fingers on the cold and soft skin on the back of Wen Chen's neck, gently stroked Da Muzhi (Thumb) along the sharp curve of his jaw, and then replied in a low, soft voice:
"...Otherwise you can treat my room as if anyone can sleep in?"
Wen Chen's breathing became rapid, and his light gray eyes were as bright as stars and moons, which almost made Mo Yi couldn't bear to continue.
But he must say--
"But, because I have feelings for you, it doesn't mean that there is no barrier between us—so, I'll just say it..."
Mo Yi paused, then took a step back slowly, and the usual calm and rationality was restored in his dark eyes. He sighed and said in a steady and cold voice:
"If you know me as you told me, you must have discovered what I'm doing."
Wen Chen watched him and nodded slowly. Although the two of them couldn't explain the words clearly, they all understood Mo Yi's voice outside the picture-he was dealing with the game.
And Wen Chen, it's a coincidence-it's part of the game.
Just listen to Wen Chen asking in a low voice:
"You are willing to make this clear, does it mean...you trust me a little bit more?"
Mo Yi took a deep breath, nodded slowly, and looked straight at Wen Chen impartially:
"Yes."
Not a little, but a lot.
This also means that before implementing the plan, he exposed his plan and hole cards for the first time, and the opponent may still be a person who is opposite to his position and is even stronger. For Mo Yi-this is almost like putting his own Give up control.
Wen Chen stared at him, with a slight smile on his face:
"Your wish is the meaning of my existence."
Mo Yi's breathing was slightly stagnant, only Wen Chen came forward, and a cold kiss was lightly printed on his lips, but it was as hot as a brand, and he whispered:
"I will help you."
Mo Yi lowered his eyelashes to cover the expression in his eyes, pressing the fingers on the back of Wen Chen's neck harder, almost white. His face was calm, his voice was slightly astringent, and his original tone was almost inaudible:
"Even if... it means, you will disappear?"
Wen Chen stretched out his hand and slowly encircled Mo Yi, the cold and loose breath surrounding him like a rainstorm, his voice was low and gentle, as if he had sworn:
"--Even if it means I will disappear."
Mo Yi stuck his jaw in Wen Chen's sunken shoulder socket, wrapped his hands around his broad back, and tightened his arms slightly.
He lowered his eyes. Asked softly: "Do you believe me?"
Wen Chen nodded, his hard-lined chin lay against Mo Yi's back, and he gave an "um" without hesitation.
Mo Yi pushed Wen Chen away, and gently lifted the corners of his lips to evoke a sharp and arrogant arc:
"That's good."
He raised his hand and squeezed Wen Chen's thin eartips, watching the small piece of cold and clean skin turn red and hot on his fingertips, and then slowly said: "--You will not disappear."
Wen Chen stared at him without evasiveness, and asked softly: "So, did you promise me to be your boyfriend?"
Mo Yi squinted his eyes and smiled, "No."
He squeezed Wen Chen's chin, then leaned forward and kissed his pale lips lightly: "However, when the game is over, maybe."
The curvature of the corners of Wen Chen’s lips could hardly be suppressed, a pair of eyes staring at Mo Yi intently and softly, as if watching the whole world.
Mo Yi subconsciously turned his head and staggered Wen Chen's gaze, but his gaze fell unintentionally on the oil painting hanging in the door of the room.
He froze for a long while, then frowned thoughtfully.
Wen Chen followed Mo Yi's vision and saw the woman on the oil painting hanging down like a swan on her neck. The blood stain became wider, and now it looked like a blood-red ribbon. The ground was wrapped around the snow-white and slender limbs, as if he could see the gurgling blood overflowing from the flat wound.
Mo Yi squinted his eyes, then slowly stretched out his hand and wiped it on the canvas-a moist touch was instantly stained on his fingertips. He looked at his fingers and saw that the fingertips were already dyed red.
I don't know if it is being painted or being blood.
Mo Yi was taken aback, as if thinking of something, and then digging out the note found after this oil painting from his backpack, he muttered silently: "A headless corpse on a pillow that quenches thirst, like a small river. , Yin Hong's active blood flowed out..."
He looked at the other note, his gaze turned around on the scribbled handwriting:
"Are you from the black abyss, or descended from the stars?"
Mo Yi's eyes sank, he looked up at Wen Chen and said:
"I need to look at the oil painting in the newcomer's room."
After finishing speaking, he turned his head and opened the door, followed the long and bleak corridor and walked hurriedly in the previous direction, and Wen Chen stepped behind him.
The two quickly reached the door of that room.
The light in the room was still on, the door was wide open, and the cold, sweet and bloody smell filled the corridor.
Mo Yi slowed down and walked slowly into the room, his eyes flicking across the bed, and the dark corpse that looked like charcoal was particularly dazzling under the light.
He retracted his gaze, then turned to look at the oil painting near the door of the room-when he was in this room before, due to the chaotic and complicated situation, coupled with the effect of light and shadow, Mo Yi had not actually seen the picture before. What exactly is painted in the middle, this is the first time he has carefully looked at this painting.
I saw that the dark and heavy frame was wrapped with golden silk threads, and the canvas was painted with simple still lifes. The silk tablecloths were spread on the back of the picture and under the still lifes. The soft shadows and the changes of light and shade undulated under the light.
In the center of the picture are a few scattered bottles and plates, and an apple that has been half eaten.
The most eye-catching thing is the poured glass bottle in the corner of the canvas. The exquisite and heavy bottle body reflects colorful light under the light. The rich and deep almost black liquid flows out along the bottle mouth, and the almost asphalt-like texture is on the tabletop. Flowing on.
Mo Yishen touched it lightly with his hand, and the rough canvas made a slight noise with his movements——
He looked at his fingertips, and saw that it was also stained with a shallow layer of black paint.
It looks as if it was directly contaminated by the potion poured from the screen.
Mo Yi seemed to have finally confirmed the guess in his heart. He slowly let out a sigh of relief, then turned his head to look at Wen Chen with a slightly condensed face, and asked, "Do you remember the prompt to start the game?"
Wen Chen nodded.
Mo Yi stared at the black paint on his fingers, gently twirling his fingertips, and muttered:
"Only the faded sketch drawn by the three-color pencil, which gradually disappears in loneliness like me."
He took a deep breath and said: "In Baudelaire's time, three-color sketching was a very fashionable type of sketching at the time. Three colors of black, red and white were used in total."
Mo Yi raised his eyes and said, "Now there is all black."