Chapter 134

Wen Chen approached Mo Yi, his light-colored eyes shining like champagne under the light, his eyelashes drooped, and he stared at Mo Yi intently.

The air was filled with the sweet aroma of porridge, and the rich rice fragrance rolled tumbling, coming to the face with the warm water vapor.

The lights above the head are bright and gentle, blocking the rich and vast night out the window.

The fatigue of working without sleeping and endlessly surged in like a tide, sweeping over every sense of the body, impacting the clear and rational mind in the brain.

Mo Yi looked back at Wen Chen, and a slight trance flashed in his eyes—

That strange sense of familiarity seemed to be making a comeback again.

Unlike the last time's weakness and vagueness, this time it came gentle and gentle, as if a warm horizontal flowing across the chest quietly, and the warm touch spreads along the limbs and bones...

It was as hazy as if it was a midsummer night's dream.

Perhaps the long working hours made his brain slow, or perhaps the weak body made his will also become weak.

Mo Yi reached out to go around Wen Chen's neck, gently pressed the back of his neck, and used force with his fingers—

He touched Wen Chen's lips gently, and the soft feather-like touch was as light as if it had never existed.

Wen Chen's eyes widened slightly in disbelief, and he seemed to have been eaten into his stomach as if he had just teased him calmly.

Mo Yi let go of his hand, took a step back, and said as if nothing had happened:

"Thank you."

After saying that, he stretched out his sore and stiff limbs, then walked to the dining table, pulled open the chair and sat down.

He looked up at Wen Chen with a normal expression, and chuckled and said, "I'm hungry."

Wen Chen seemed to have reacted only then, a light blush spread from the roots of his ears. He coughed lightly and pressed down hard to control the corners of his lips.

He quickly walked into the kitchen, lowered his head and picked up the long-handled spoon next to the pot, stirring it absent-mindedly, but the corner of his eyes kept peeking at Mo Yi sitting by the table with his eyes.

Mo Yi looked up in his direction with some awareness. Wen Chen was shocked and immediately withdrew his gaze.

He stared at the porridge that was flipping through the pot in a concealed manner, coughed twice, and then reached out to turn off the fire:

"alright."

After saying that, Wen Chen used a porcelain bowl in the cupboard and used a spoon to serve more than half a bowl of porridge. The rich rice fragrance rose with the snow-white water vapor, and the whole room was filled with the sweet smell of porridge.

He walked over, pushed the bowl in front of Mo Yi, and put the exquisite porcelain white spoon on the edge of the bowl, and said in a deep voice:

“Be careful of hot.”

Mo Yi pulled the bowl closer, suddenly stopped, his eyes fell on the fresh flowers on the white bowl's porcelain glaze, and asked hesitantly:

“…newly bought?”

According to his impression, he had never cooked after moving to this apartment. All the kitchen utensils were provided with a gift for buying a house, so it was even more impossible for him to go out to buy any bowls or something...

Wen Chen pulled open the chair opposite him and sat down, stared at him through the white mist that was curling upwards, and said softly "um".

Mo Yi scooped up a spoonful of porridge and sent it to his lips, blew it gently, and then put it into his mouth.

Very delicious.

Actually... if you think about it carefully, none of the things he has eaten these days is not to his taste.

He raised his head and looked at Wen Chen, who was sitting opposite the table. The steam in the kitchen softened the other person's deep contours, and his high eyebrows were pressed down heavily. He always had a faint sense of dangerous anger when he didn't smile.

Mo Yi couldn't imagine the scene of the other party going to the supermarket to choose small floral porcelain bowls.

But everything seemed to be natural that he could not question it - as if this was what everything should be.

He suddenly asked, "By the way, have you been well prepared for your overdrafting condition?"

Wen Chen nodded.

Mo Yi lowered his eyes and stirred the sticky porridge in the bowl thoughtfully, and continued to ask:

“When can you condense into human form?”

Wen Chen thought for a while and replied, "It was probably three days ago."

Mo Yi scooped up a spoonful of porridge and put it into his mouth. The rich aroma of grain spreads in his mouth instantly, and the glutinous rice grains and plump red beans were stewed with ripeness.

He lowered his eyes and chewed silently.

When he worked in fascinatedly, he almost refused to recognize his relatives - he could not hear other sounds except machines, and could not see images other than screens, and he fell into a state of almost crazy confusion, as if he had entered another world.

If someone who knows him very well, he will not know this kind of habit.

Mo Yi couldn't help but recall what he asked Wen Chen when he was in the dungeon - "So we've seen it before?"

Wen Chen's avoidance at that time made him affirm his guess.

But everything that happened afterwards - whether it was the familiarity that appeared from time to time, or the other person's understanding of himself.

All of them proved that... they may not only have met, but even had close contact, so that they could know the other party's personal habits.

But Mo Yi looked back on his life over the past twenty years and was very convinced that he had never seen Wen Chen.

So, a new question is... If he had really known Wen Chen before, where would their previous memories go?

Logically speaking, he could actually ask Wen Chen directly. According to his previous attitude, it is very likely that Wen Chen will try his best to give him an answer even if he is punished.

The spoon touched the bottom and made a crisp sound on the bottom of the porcelain bowl.

Mo Yi breathed a long sigh of relief, but finally gave up his thoughts-

First, based on his previous situation where he couldn't even remember his own name, Wen Chen probably didn't know either. Second, even if he knew, he would have to pay a huge price to tell this answer. Based on Mo Yi's current understanding of this game, this question is likely to have touched its core, and Wen Chen had been injured before because of resisting the game, so the punishment brought by this resistance is likely to be something he can't bear even.

According to the current situation, Wen Chen is more or less a teammate. It is not only unwise to cause extremely difficult wounds to heal him for a temporary irrelevant issue, but also not worth the effort.

Mo Yi took the finished bowl to the kitchen and put it in the dishwasher.

A 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 feeling of fatigue slowly crawls out from the depths of the body, eroding his senses bit by bit.

Wen Chen also stood up at this moment, looked at Mo Yi standing in the kitchen, and said in a gentle voice: "Go and sleep for a while, you need to rest."

——He is indeed used to falling asleep after working for several days without sleep, and then he continues to work after waking up.

Mo Yi yawned, blinked slowly, and nodded tiredly.

He took a shower as fast as possible, brushed his teeth, then returned to his room, threw his body onto the bed, and the warm and soft bed and quilt came 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 smaller along the gap of the door, shrinking into a thin gap. Only a gentle click sound rang out not far away, the light completely disappeared, and the whole room was shrouded in deep and rich darkness.

Mo Yi suddenly lost his sleepiness.

He opened his eyes and stared quietly at the ceiling in the darkness, the blurred outline of the ceiling lights quietly lying in his sight.

There was a hazy and silence in my ears, as if the breeze outside the window was slowly moving.

He seemed to feel something and spoke:

“…Wenchen.”

As soon as his voice fell, mist slowly gathered in the room, condensed into a human form in front of his bed, standing quietly in the darkness.

Mo Yi closed his eyes helplessly: "Do you usually stay here?"

Wen Chen did not answer, but Mo Yi already knew his answer. He supported his upper body with his arms and continued to ask:

"It's every day?"

Wen Chen still didn't answer, but Mo Yi saw his head tilting to the side in the darkness, and seemed embarrassed to look at him.

Mo Yi sighed: "Don't you even sleep?"

Wen Chen's voice came from the darkness, low, sounding a little bored: "...I don't need to sleep."

Mo Yi turned over from the bed, opened the door of the room and walked out, signaling Wen Chen to follow.

Wen Chen followed quietly.

Mo Yi opened another 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 mobile phone that was exactly the same as himself and handed it to Wen Chen, and said:

"It was just after the last copy was over. At that time, you were sleeping, so I came here."

He raised his chin and said, "You open it and look."

Wen Chen lit up the screen and found that there was a conspicuous retro icon on the home screen - Greedy Snake.

Mo Yi continued:

"You can explore other functions by yourself, and I have already connected to wifi for you."

Wen Chen pressed the screen to destroy it, looked at the reflection of his face on the screen, raised his head and showed a faint smile: "Thank you."

Mo Yi walked out the door and said as he walked:

"This will be your room in the future. Although it may not be too big, it is at least considered an independent space."

He emphasized his tone on the word "independent" and turned his head to Wen Chen when he walked to the door of the room:
To be continued...