Chapter 143

Mo Yi stayed in the study for nearly eight hours next.

The room was filled with the buzzing roar when the machine was running, and the keyboard was typing like flowing water, constantly blending into the background sound of the room.

The fluorescent blue light illuminated Mo Yi's expressionless face. His high brow bones cast deep shadows on his face, covering the sunken eye sockets, and staring at the small inch in front of him without distraction.

I have to say that Jiang Yuanbai’s information provided him with a new idea.

He is now using these ideas to modify his previous algorithms.

Mo Yi stopped typing on the keyboard, stared at the screen in front of him calmly and peacefully, and slowly breathed out.

I have to say, this time went smoothly.

He lowered his eyelashes and glanced at the dial on his wrist - it was less than twenty hours left before entering the dungeon next time.

Mo Yi raised his eyes, moved his fingertips slightly, and pressed the Enter key on the keyboard.

With a crisp sound from the keycap pressing, the number that had been stagnant on a screen on the right that had been on the right for a long time began to change again, and the numbers above grew rapidly with the change of time.

Mo Yi stood up from the table, opened the door of the study and walked out.

Wen Chen raised his head from the sofa and asked, "How is it?"

Mo Yi stretched out his somewhat stiff back, nodded and replied, "Fortunately, there is progress."

As he spoke, he walked into the kitchen and saw a few simple meals warming up on the stove.

Mo Yi ate some absent-mindedly, put the empty rice bowl in the dishwasher, washed it briefly as quickly as possible, and then turned around and walked towards his room.

He set the alarm clock with his phone to make sure he could wake up within ten hours before entering the game.

Mo Yi paused a little at the door, then turned his head to look at Wen Chen who was sitting on the sofa, and said softly:

"Good night."

After saying that, he closed the door panel behind him.

Wen Chen stared at the door that was tightly closed, lowered his eyes slightly, his long eyelashes left a thin shadow in the deep eye sockets, and there was still no expression on his face.

He stood up silently and walked slowly to the door, his steps as silent as a cat.

Wen Chen pursed his lips hesitantly.

He raised his hand, and placed his clearly-choked palms parallel not far from the door panel. The distance between the palm and the door panel seemed to be unable to cross any distance, and it just hung steadily in the air.

He knew that Mo Yi could now detect his foggy presence.

But he didn't want to give up an opportunity to be as close as Mo Yi.

This made Wen Chen a little at a loss for a moment.

At this moment, he heard Mo Yi's voice coming from inside, and it seemed a little distorted through the door panel:

“…I heard you were at the door.”

Wen Chen froze all over: "..." To be honest, how did he do it?

The muscles on his body were tense, and he couldn't find the vocabulary answer for a while, so he had to remain silent in embarrassment, scraping his stomach and thinking hard about what to say.

Just then, a light and almost inaudible sigh came from the door.

Mo Yi's voice sounded a little frustrated and helpless: "...Forget it, come in."

Wen Chen's eyes suddenly lit up. As if he was afraid that Mo Yi would regret it, he pushed open the door and walked in quickly, and then covered the door behind him with a light and quick movement.

The ceiling lights in the room have been turned off, and only the desk lights on the bedside table are still on. Mo Yi is sitting with his back against the bedside. The dim yellow and dim light of the small desk light prints soft lines on his side face.

The light accumulates like running water on his deep collarbone, and a small piece of skin at the intersection of his shoulders and neck illuminates a warm texture, as if it will shine and attract people's eyes.

Wen Chen's eyes couldn't help but fall on the small piece of skin.

Mo Yi looked up at him, pinched his nose with some fatigue, then heaviered his voice and emphasized:

“…This is really the last time!”

Wen Chen nodded absent-mindedly, and it seemed that he did not listen to Mo Yi's words.

Mo Yi restrained the urge to raise his hand again, took a deep breath to suppress the faint regret in his chest, and couldn't help but feel deeply that he seemed to have made a wrong decision.

Wen Chen had already come over, Mo Yi yawned, and the tiredness came again. He lifted his eyelids and glanced at Wen Chen, then moved into the bed, and whispered:

“Switch off the lights.”

Wen Chen obediently reached out and turned off the desk lamp, and the room instantly returned to darkness.

Mo Yi felt the bed beside him sinking a little by gravity, and the mattress below made a slight squeak in the darkness.

The slightly cold breath dissipated, like the moist and cool smell in the pine forest after the rain, which made people feel particularly calm.

Mo Yi closed his eyes and felt his senses slowly sinking into the darkness. The shackles tightly wrapped around his heart seemed to finally pry open a small gap, which made him finally breathe.

Although he had not shown it, Mo Yi knew very well in his heart that the impact of being wrapped in Jiang Yuanrou's villa on him... was not as small as he seemed.

He clearly remembered the feeling of sinking into the bottomless darkness.

Cold, desperate, dirty, unable to break free, unable to escape.

The invisible, silent and colorless darkness dragged him into the sunless seabed like muddy tentacles. The suffocating pressure pressed heavily on his body's skin every time, and the cold sea water poured into his eardrums.

Even after the weightlessness caused by the falling, the feeling of weightlessness was still entangled around him like a bone-attached gangrene, and then covered up by Mo Yi quietly.

Although for so long, Mo Yi has been accustomed to having the same dreams one after another.

But this time it's different.

It was like the nightmare that had been entangled with him for many years suddenly came true, breaking through the boundaries between reality and illusion and invading into reality, as if he had lost control of everything.

This feeling is terrible-

Mo Yi took a deep breath slowly and suppressed his ups and downs again.

And just then, he heard Wen Chen's voice coming from the side of the pillow:

"today……"

Mo Yi opened his eyes, stared at the shadows that seemed to be faintly changing in the darkness in front of him, and quietly waited for Wen Chen to say what he next said.

Wen Chen continued, and his voice seemed to fluctuate: "Jiang Yuanbai...you hugged him."

Mo Yi was stunned, and did not keep up with Wen Chen's thoughts for a moment, and subconsciously spoke: "Hmm?"

His voice was still low and smooth, but Mo Yi seemed to hear a strange grievance: "Today, I saw you holding Jiang Yuanbai in the villa."

Mo Yi has finally followed Wen Chen's thoughts, and the expression on his face can't help but be subtle:

“…That’s because he fainted.”

The darkness became silent, and Mo Yi could only hear his breathing sounding in the quiet night, as if all the sounds were silent.

Wen Chen said without warning: "Oh."

His voice was smooth and there was no fluctuation: "I'm a little dizzy."

Mo Yi: "..."

He turned around on the bed with a little ridiculousness and looked at Wen Chen who was lying on the other side of the bed in the darkness.

Wen Chen also turned his head to look at Mo Yi. His outline looked a little blurred in the darkness. Mo Yi could only see the light outside the window illuminating half of the dim lines on Wen Chen's side face, sliding smoothly into the darkness.

Mo Yi said helplessly:

“…Okay.”

After saying that, Mo Yi leaned forward, stretched out his arms, and gently hugged Wen Chen. The body in his arms felt cold and flexible, almost like a living person, but the moment he was hugged, his muscles suddenly tensed and trembled vividly under his arms.

Mo Yi retreated to his pillow and asked, "Are you satisfied now?"

In the darkness, Wen Chen hasn't answered for a long time.

The sleepiness once again came like a tide, and Mo Yi's eyelids began to fight.

Just when he was about to fall asleep, Mo Yi vaguely heard Wen Chen send out a vague syllable:

"……Um."

Immediately afterwards, as if all sounds were leaping away, the fresh and wet breeze after the rain rushed silently with the bitter breath of the pine forest.

It seems that the stars are reversed and the light and shadow are colorful.

The buzzing alarm clock sounded, waking Mo Yi out of his sleep.

He frowned slightly, then groped with his eyes closed, and pressed the alarm at the head of the bed.

The sleepiness slowly dissipated from the brain, and the consciousness gradually woke up. Mo Yi slowly opened his eyes, but was startled by the scene in front of him-

Wen Chen's face was so close that the bright light outside the window shone his facial features in the slightest, and his light-colored eyes showed a faint brown color in the sun.

He smiled, leaned closer to Mo Yi's lips and touched it, then quickly retreated, his low voice shaking slightly in the air:

"morning."

It took a while for Mo Yi to recover. He pushed Wen Chen away without changing his face and sat up straight:
To be continued...