Chapter 151

Mo Yi spread the wrinkled paper strips in his hand flattened, and the fine dust fell down. He saw that the paper was written in messy and sloppy handwriting:

"Your kiss is spring. Medicine, your mouth is a medicine bottle. You come from the black abyss, or come from the stars?"

There are two lines of unknown meaning.

He frowned slowly, while carefully examining the blurred handwriting on the note, he searched for relevant traces in his memory.

But what remains in my mind was just some vague impressions, so Mo Yi basically got nothing.

Mo Yi took a deep breath, folded the note carefully again, stuffed it into the small pocket on the inside of the backpack, and placed it with the note found behind the oil frame in his room.

After he finished all this, he raised his head and found Wen Chen standing beside him, staring at him tightly.

Mo Yi was shocked.

His gaze slowly moved from Wen Chen's light-colored eyes as bright as stars to the tip of his ears hidden in his black hair. Then he realized that he had been impulsive in front of everyone.

Mo Yi's face, which had always been calm and self-control, was also a little embarrassed for a moment. He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to explain something.

But before the first vague syllable was released, Wen Chen stepped forward with a big step, shortening the distance between the two in an instant, then reached out to close Mo Yi's jaw and kissed him fiercely.

Mo Yi only felt a pain in his lips, and the cold and soft kiss and burning and rapid breathing suddenly collided. The faint smell of rust that belonged to was filled with the lips and teeth.

Unlike the intense and fierce movements just now, Wen Chen's movements became gentle, licking and rubbing 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 suffocated his breath and then kissed him even more excitedly.

The slight sound of water stains in the lingering lips and tongue accompanied by rapid and disordered breathing, which appears clear and sensational in the quiet room.

After the long kiss, Mo Yi pressed Wen Chen's back neck, slightly widened the distance between the two, and then stared at Wen Chen's close face.

His pale face was covered by a deep and light blush, and even the corners of his eyes were dyed red. His light eyes narrowed slightly, and the fierce eyes of the predator grabbed Mo Yi tightly, his breath was short and disordered.

Wen Chen's fingers pressed on Mo Yi's shoulder tightened slightly, leaned forward slowly, gently pressed his cold forehead against Mo Yi's slightly sweaty warm forehead, and then asked in an extremely low voice:

"...You don't have no feelings for me, right?"

Mo Yi sighed slowly - the number of sighs has increased several times more than before since he met Wen Chen - and then replied in compromise:

"certainly."

He pressed Wen Chen's cold and soft skin with his fingers on the back of his neck, gently stroked his thumb along the neat curve of his jaw, and replied in a low and light voice:

"...Or else can you sleep in my room if anyone can sleep?"

Wen Chen's breathing became rapid, and his light gray eyes were as bright as stars and moon, which almost made Mo Yi unable to bear to continue talking.

But he must say-

"But, if I have feelings for you, it doesn't mean there is no gap between us-so, I just said..."

Mo Yi paused and took a step back slowly. His dark eyes returned to his usual calmness and rationality. He sighed and said in a steady and cold voice:

"If you know me as much as you said, you must have discovered what I'm doing."

Wen Chen looked at him and nodded slowly. Although the two of them could not speak clearly, they both understood Mo Yi's voice outside the picture - he was dealing with the game.

And Wen Chen, by chance, was part of the game.

Wen Chen asked in a low voice:

"Do you want to make this clear? Does that mean...you trust me a little more?"

Mo Yi took a deep breath, nodded slowly, and looked straight at Wen Chen with his eyes unbiased:

"Yes."

Not one, but a lot.

This also means that before he implemented the plan, he exposed his plan and trump card for the first time, and the other party was a person who might be in opposition to his position and even stronger. For Mo Yi - it was almost like giving up his control.

Wen Chen stared at him, a faint smile appeared on his face:

"Your wish is the meaning of my existence."

Mo Yi's breathing stuttered slightly, and Wen Chen came up and gently printed a cold kiss on his lips, but it was as hot as if it was a brand. He murmured like a whisper:

"I will help you."

Mo Yi lowered his eyelashes to cover up the expression in his eyes, pressing his fingers on Wen Chen's back neck with even more force, almost turning pale. His face was quiet, his voice was slightly astringent, and he was so dumb that he could hardly hear his original tone:

"Even if...this means, you'll disappear?"

Wen Chen reached out and slowly surrounded Mo Yi. His cold breath surrounded him like a pine tree after a heavy rain. His voice was low and gentle, and he said as if he was oath:

“—even if it means I will disappear.”

Mo Yi stuck his jaw into Wen Chen's sunken shoulder hole, wrapped his hands around his broad back, and tightened his arms slightly.

He lowered his eyes and asked softly, "Do you believe me?"

Wen Chen nodded, his hard-lined jaw hit Mo Yi's spine, and he said "um" without hesitation.

Mo Yi pushed Wen Chen away, gently lifted the corner of his lips, and curled a cold and arrogant curve:

"That's good."

He raised his hand and pinched Wen Chen's thin ear tips, watched the small piece of cold and clean skin turn red and hot on his fingertips, and then slowly said: "——You won't disappear."

Wen Chen stared at him without any hesitation and asked softly: "So, have you promised me to be your boyfriend?"

Mo Yi narrowed his eyes and smiled: "No."

He pinched Wen Chen's chin, then leaned over and kissed him gently on his light-colored lips: "But, maybe when the game is over."

Wen Chen could hardly suppress the curve of the corner of his lips. His eyes stared at Mo Yi intently and softly, as if he was staring at the whole world.

Mo Yi subconsciously turned his head and moved Wen Chen's gaze, but his eyes accidentally fell on the oil painting hanging at the door of the room.

He was stunned for a while, then frowned thoughtfully.

Wen Chen followed Mo Yi's gaze and saw that the woman in the oil painting had hanging down like a swan, and the blood mark became wider. Now it looked like it had become a blood-red ribbon and wrapped around the snow-white and slender limbs, as if you could see the gurgling blood flowing out of the flat wound.

Mo Yi narrowed his eyes, then slowly reached out and gently touched the canvas - a wet touch was instantly stained with the belly of his fingers. He looked at his fingertips and saw that the fingertips were dyed red.

I don't know if it was painted or blood.

Mo Yi was stunned, as if he had thought of something, and then he took out the note found after the oil painting from his backpack and silently said, "A headless corpse was on the pillow that quenched thirst, like a small river, with red and active blood flowing out..."

He looked at another note and looked around the scribbled handwritten text:

"You come from the Black Abyss, or come from the stars?"

Mo Yi's eyes sank, he looked up at Wen Chen and said:

"I need to go and see the oil painting in the newcomer's room."

After saying that, he turned his head and opened the door, and walked quickly along the long and dim corridor in the direction before him, while Wen Chen followed him.

The two of them soon arrived at the door of that room.

The lights in the room were still on, the door was wide open and closed, and the cold and sweet smell of strange fragrance and blood filled the corridor.

Mo Yi slowed down and walked slowly into the room. His eyes swept past the bed. The black corpse, which was as dark as coke, was particularly dazzling under the light.

He withdrew his gaze, then turned his head to look at the oil painting near the door of the room. When he was in this room before, due to the chaos and complexity, coupled with the effect of light and shadow, Mo Yi had not seen clearly what was painted in the picture before. This was the first time he had carefully looked at the painting.

I saw the dark and heavy picture frame wrapped with golden silk threads, and the canvas was painted with simple still life. The silky tablecloth was laid behind the picture and below the still life, and the soft shadows and changes in light and darkness were rising and falling under the light.

In the center of the picture are several staggered bottles and plates, with a half-eat apple.

The most eye-catching thing is the overturned glass bottle at the corner of the canvas. The delicate and heavy bottle body reflects colorful light under the light. The rich and deep liquid that is nearly black flows out along the mouth of the bottle, and the texture that is almost asphalt flows on the table.

Mo Yi reached out and gently touched it on it, and the thick canvas made a slight sound as he moved—

He looked at his fingertips and saw a light layer of black pigment on it.

It looks like it has been directly contaminated from the potion poured from the picture.

Mo Yi seemed to have finally confirmed the guess in his heart, and slowly let out a sigh of relief, then turned his head to look at Wen Chen with a slightly condensed expression, and asked, "Do you still remember the prompts for the start of the game?"

Wen Chen nodded.

Mo Yi looked at the black pigment on his fingers, gently twisted his fingertips, and murmured:

"Only the faded sketch of the three-color pencil is gradually disappearing in loneliness like me."

He took a deep breath and said, "In the Baudelaire era, three-color sketches were very popular at that time. There were three colors of black, red and white."
Chapter completed!