Chapter 125

Mo Yi tried hard to open his eyes, but his eyelids were heavy as if they were made of lead. His eyelashes fell down heavily, and his vision was blurred, and only some blurry color blocks floated in front of him.

A pair of hands pressed against his back, a slightly cold touch pressed against his skin through the fabric.

Mo Yi tried to move his body, but his limbs seemed to be numb as if they were unconscious, and the movements he was transmitted were small.

His cold cheeks pressed against the other party's equally cold neck, but it seemed to bring out a strange temperature, rising from where the two of them were in contact.

A hint of low and vague moaning overflowed from Mo Yi's throat, as if he wanted to say something, but he could only emit some monotonous syllables.

In a vague sense that his head was being held up by one hand, and something seemed to be on his lips.

Soft, cold.

The thin and dry petals pressed against his lips tightly, rubbing gently, licking the moist and warm touch. They licked his lips and gently knocked open his teeth.

Mo Yi's mind was drowsy, and he subconsciously followed the temperature, pressed his lips tighter, sucking the wet tip of his tongue that reached his mouth.

The fresh pine forest breath in the other person's mouth dissipated from the fitting point and was sucked into his mouth along the body fluid.

The gentle and warm temperature slowly penetrated into the blood vessels all over the body along the respiratory tract and mouth. The strength on the body can be seen to be restored by the naked eye, and warmed Mo Yi's body from the chest cavity.

……not enough.

Mo Yi struggled to raise his arm, rushed back fiercely, and absorbed the trace of temperature even harder.

...not enough, not enough!

He gazes his tongue strongly towards the source of warmth, chews, licks, and sucks violently, and the sweet smell spreads from his lips, and the strong smell of rust spreads in his mouth. The warm blood instantly slides down, burning the burning temperature all the way.

The chest and chest fit closer together, and you can almost feel the slight tremor of the other person--

Mo Yi's mind gradually returned to his mind, and his vague mind gradually became clear. He blinked in a daze.

The vision became clear, and the senses all over the body came back to life—

Mo Yi looked at the enlarged face in front of him, and his mind was blank for a moment.

A slight numb sucking feeling came from the tip of his tongue, and a slight current came from his warm and humid mouth, making him realize very clearly-

He stuck his tongue into the other person's mouth.

Wen Chen's deep facial features were close to his eyes, his trembling eyelashes drooped slightly, and an abnormal blush appeared at the corners of his eyes.

There seemed to be a loud "boom" sound in his ears. Mo Yi felt that the pores in his body were steaming outwards, and blood rushed toward his head fiercely.

He retreated in a hurry, but he didn't expect the two of them to fit too tightly. His sudden movement almost tripped himself.

On the contrary, Wen Chen quickly helped him with his eyes and hands so that Mo Yi could not fall.

So Mo Yi fell back dizzyly. The two were already similar in height, and their second contact became familiar with each other.

Four lips were pressed back together.

Mo Yi held Wen Chen's shoulders and neck and ended the second brief kiss.

He took a step back panting, staring at Wen Chen, who was only one step away from him.

The other party's pale face with a deep outline was not changed, except for a pair of light gray eyes that were glowing with water and a light red at the end of the eyes.

Mo Yi's eyes fell on the other person's lips in ignorance—

Wen Chen's originally light-colored lips were ravaged into a mature bright red color, and his slightly plump lower lip was stained with bright blood.

Mo Yi subconsciously pursed his lips, and a numb and numb pain came from his lips, as if telling him:

That's right, it's just what you did, not dreaming.

More blood surged onto the top of the head, and his cheeks were so hot that they almost smoked. Mo Yi said dryly:

"……Hi."

He didn't know where to look at his eyes, so he could only move toward him and then faced with a shocked face.

Jiang Yuanrou stood a few steps away in a daze, her eyes almost popping out of her eyes, and she stood not far away.

Mo Yi's brain stopped working.

He felt that the heat on his face was lit.

If you ignore the red ear tips, Wen Chen looks calm and calm. He turns around and looks at Jiang Yuanrou, then stretches out his hand and says to her:

"Hello, I am Mo Yi's friend, Wen Chen."

His voice was low, with a slight hoarseness.

Jiang Yuanrou still couldn't recover from the shock just now.

After all, after experiencing a moment of life and death in the horror copy, no one can react instantly after turning his face and seeing his friend kissing a strange homosexual passionately - twice.

She subconsciously held Wen Chen's outstretched hand and replied mechanically:

“…Jiang Yuanrou.”

After saying that, Jiang Yuanrou seemed to come back to her senses. Her eyes turned around between Wen Chen and Mo Yi, and her face turned slightly red. She clenched her fists with one hand to her mouth, coughed awkwardly, and then said:

"That...you guys talk first, I'll go to other rooms, I'm familiar with it anyway."

After saying that, she ran out as if she was running away.

Mo Yi looked at Jiang Yuanrou's back, and the temperature on his face increased instead of falling. He also coughed softly and looked elsewhere awkwardly.

After his eyes fell to other parts of the room, he realized what Jiang Yuanrou said just now, "She is familiar here anyway."

They were standing in the middle of a dilapidated room, with the walls of the room covered with rough wallpaper, and the dim green grid could hardly tell the original color under the heavy dust.

There was nothing in the room, with scattered broken wood chips and bricks scattered on the ground, and a crooked window on the wall next to it. There was no glass on the window, and only a few wooden sticks were nailed to it, revealing the dark and bright sky outside.

Mo Yi looked at the window with some trance, then took a step towards that direction-

The light fluorescent blue countdown appeared in the gap between the wooden boards, dyeing the rough surface of the wooden boards with a layer of light blue.

40 minutes left.

Now they should be in the old house where Jiang Yuanrou had a copy.

Mo Yi frowned slightly, turned around, but met Wen Chen who was walking towards him-

His eyes were subconsciously attracted by the other party's bright red lips. Mo Yi felt that his cheeks, whose temperature had dropped slightly, warmed up a little again. He coughed softly, and then spoke to break the deadlock:

"that……"

After the words were turned out, Mo Yi stopped awkwardly - he didn't know what to say next.

He was silent for a while, and then asked without hesitation:

"Well, do you need to deal with your wounds...?"

As soon as he blurted out, Mo Yi felt a little regretful - what is he saying?! Treat the wound? Make the fog?

And he bit the wound!

A smile appeared on Wen Chen's face: "Okay."

Mo Yi was stunned and looked up at him.

Wen Chen walked up to him with his long legs and kissed him again. A little salty and fishy rust smell spread in his mouth, accompanied by a little wet tongue tip licked his lips gently.

Mo Yi's cheeks became hot again, and he took a step back suddenly and looked at Wen Chen with a tongue:

"Wait, you...what do you mean?"

Wen Chen gently rubbed his wet lower lip with his thumb, and the light blood color spread out from his fingertips. His light-colored eyes focused on Mo Yi, and then said:

"Blood cannot be wasted, especially since you are still weak."

Mo Yi knew that Wen Chen's blood could save his life, but in this way, it would be too...

His brows frowned, and he opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something.

But the next second, Wen Chen took another step forward, stopping Mo Yi from saying something about to say.

Mo Yi subconsciously took a step back, and his back pressed against the cold and hard wall.

Wen Chen's low voice came into his ears:

"I mean... can I chase you?"

Mo Yi was stunned when he heard this. The cold touch of the wall behind him came into the tightly pressed skin along his sweaty shirt, successfully calming his mind down.

The confusion and at a loss that had just been pulled back from the edge of life and death, retreated from the body like a tide, leaving only the rational dark hard gravel.

Mo Yi frowned slowly, and looked back at Wen Chen with his dark and dark eyes:

“We are the same gender, and not even the same species.”

The faint light above his head cast a deep shadow on Wen Chen's high eyebrows. His light-colored pupils were hidden in the shadows, and his eyes were staring at him with burning eyes:

"You and I know that I don't care about this, and you don't care about this, so why use this reason to excuse me?"

Mo Yi laughed softly, straightened his back against the wall, and approached Wen Chen one step:

"Then can you tell me why?"
To be continued...