Chapter 160

Mo Yi reached out and unbuttoned the neckline. The large area of ​​skin between his neck and collarbone was exposed to the slightly cold air in the room. His skin color, which had not seen for a long time, was white and a little dazzling between the loose fabric.

At this moment, he suddenly realized something, stopped the movement in his hand, turned his head to look at Wen Chen.

Wen Chen looked back at him naturally, as if nothing was wrong. If his eyes had not been floating in Mo Yi's open collar, Mo Yi would probably believe that he was as if nothing had happened.

He raised his eyebrows slightly and said calmly: "Avoid it?"

Wen Chen's eyes were filled with undisguised disappointment and pity. The real vision circled around Mo Yi's chest, and then he reluctantly walked out the door.

When he heard the door of the room click closed, Mo Yi lowered his head and continued the movement he had not completed just now.

He stopped moving again after he had just unbuttoned two buttons.

Mo Yi closed his eyes hard, then took a deep breath slowly, and said, "Wen Chen?"

The room was quiet, and there was no one in the sight. Mo Yi hugged his arms with both hands and sighed helplessly:

"I know you're there."

A slight fluctuation occurred in the air in front of the bed, and a human figure slowly appeared in front of him. Wen Chen frowned tightly, stared at Mo Yi in a bit incredible way, and said, "You are..."

Mo Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, and his eyes successfully blocked Wen Chen's next words in his throat. He raised his hands like a surrender, and then turned his head and walked out of the room with a guilty conspiracy.

A slight collision sounded in the quiet room when the door panel closed.

Mo Yi did not move, but just said slowly: "Hidding in the bathroom doesn't count."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the sound of opening the door near the door, the footsteps walking out and the real sound of closing the door sounded, and the room returned to silence.

Mo Yi raised his hand helplessly and pinched the bridge of his nose, and then finally started changing his clothes.

More than ten minutes later, Mo Yi finally put a whole set of outfits on his body. He turned his neck and put his fingers into the bow tie awkwardly and pulled them, making the collar looser from the state of being tightly attached to his skin. Even though he was very unaccustomed to such dresses, he had to admit that this set of clothes was made completely tailor-made to his body, fitting no more or less.

He tried to turn the joints of his limbs, then raised himself and shouted, "I'm fine."

Before Mo Yi's lingering sound disappeared, the sound of opening and closing the door came from the door. Before he could react, he saw Wen Chen quickly walking to him.

Wen Chen suddenly stopped his pace a few steps away.

There was no expression on his face, and the deep-silhouetted face was like a sculpture, but there was a faint tightness hidden in every inch of his muscles. His light-colored eyes were hidden under the high brow arch, and he stared at Mo Yi tightly.

Mo Yi was a little nervous when he stared at him with expressionless expression, so he half joking and half seriously opened his arms and asked:

"How about it?"

Wen Chen's Adam's apple moved, and the light-colored gray eyes flashed with inorganic light. He said in a mute voice:

"I regret it."

Mo Yi didn't expect Wen Chen to react like this, and couldn't help but be stunned: "What?"

Wen Chen slowly took a step forward, reached out and pressed Mo Yi's shoulder, gently patted the dust that did not exist on the smooth shoulder line of the dress, and his eyes were slightly dark:

"I don't want you to wear this outfit-unless it's in front of me."

Mo Yi shook his head, reached out to slap Wen Chen's palm on his shoulder, and said helplessly: "Don't mess around, this is a copy requirement."

Wen Chen narrowed the distance between the two to a short distance, his slightly cool lips fell down, and exchanged a brief kiss with Mo Yi.

He pressed his forehead against Mo Yi's forehead, and a trace of annoyance was rarely seen in his dull and low voice:

"……I know."

Mo Yi couldn't help but laugh, put his palm on Wen Chen's cheek and rubbed it hard. Seeing that a trace of physiological blood was rubbed out from his at a loss-willing pale face, he then took a step back and said seriously:

"Talking about serious matters-I have the dress now, what about you?"

Mo Yi is a player in the dungeon, so the dungeon will prepare a dress for him that he can change, but Wen Chen is not. He must at least wear a dress if he wants to sneak into the dinner so that others will not feel too strange.

Wen Chen's expression returned to normal, and he laughed softly: "Don't worry."

After saying that, he carefully observed Mo Yi for a while, then raised his fingertips slightly and swept it gently in the void. The rich white mist visible to the naked eye seemed to be squeezed out of the air, and it rushed in frantically with his movements. After a few seconds, the mist dissipated.

A dress that was almost exactly similar to Mo Yi's style appeared on Wen Chen's body. The smooth lines of the clothes showed his broad shoulders and narrow waistline properly. The color of this dress was slightly darker than that of Mo Yi, and only a few details on his body were changed.

Wen Chen tidied up his sleeves, looked up at him, and asked in a deep voice: "How is it?"

Mo Yi narrowed his eyes and looked at him, frowned with trouble, and looked at him up and down for a long time. Wen Chen's whole body became stiff due to nervousness, and a smile appeared on the corners of his eyebrows:

“It looks great.”

Wen Chen's nervous face finally relaxed. A smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and he stepped forward with his long legs.

Before his kiss fell, Mo Yi reached out to his chest, pulled the distance between the two of them apart, looked at him thoughtfully, and then asked slowly:

"It's just...this style?"

Wen Chen's gaze drifted for a moment. He pretended to be calm and looked away and replied, "...only what you can use as a reference."

——So it’s made into a couple’s style?

Mo Yi narrowed his eyes and stared at Wen Chen with no confidence. Seeing the other person's gaze driftingly, he just looked at him, and the pale ear tips hidden in his black hair gradually became a faint blood color.

At this moment, the door was gently knocked.

Mo Yi let Wen Chen go, who was inappropriate, turned around and walked towards the door of the room. After opening the door, the maid who took them to have afternoon tea last time stood outside the room. She saw that there was still no expression on her pale and stiff face. She just bowed deeply to him, and then said in a polite tone: "Hello, dear guest, please come with me."

After saying that, the maid turned around and walked out first, just like last time.

Mo Yi and Wen Chen looked at each other and also followed.

I don’t know if it was their illusion, but the lights in the corridor seemed a little brighter. The maid walked slowly in front of them. The corridor in front of me seemed to be too long to reach the end, while Mo Yi and Wen Chen followed quietly behind, observing the details along the way quietly.

The maid seemed to have taken them on a road that they had never taken before, and the scene in front of them became increasingly unfamiliar.

Mo Yi was not surprised by this - after all, he had found the side hall through the sound of the piano, and the secret door in the side hall found through a flash of figure. There are obviously many secret doors and secret passages in this house, which cannot be opened without triggering a certain condition, and it is even invisible to ordinary people.

The road ahead is getting wider and wider, and the fragrance of fragrant flowers is heard from not far away. As the warm and dark corridors spread, the melodious music can be heard vaguely.

Finally, the maid in front of him stopped and reached out to push the door in front of him. The sound of the clear fragrance of flowers instantly came to his face, as if it was presented in front of him with a fresh life.

The maid bowed slightly and made a gesture of invitation.

Mo Yi and Wen Chen slowly walked into the open door.

This is an extremely gorgeous banquet hall, with the lights shining on the whole room, and there are bands playing music in the orchestra in the orchestra. Although they also have a pale and stiff face, the music is melodious and cheerful.

The beautifully curved marble statues were scattered irregularly throughout the room, and the curved or raised arms were holding exquisite silver plates. Fruits and rich pastries were placed in the silver plates. The colors were beautiful and attractive, but the huge long table holding the dinner in the middle had not yet been seated.

Mo Yi's eyes swept around the hall and saw several familiar faces - players had already arrived, all wearing evening dresses, ladies were swaying in long skirts, and their exposed necks and arms were wearing jewelry. The men were wearing straight dresses, and the straps on their shoulder straps and vests were shining under the light.

It looks like there is really a Victorian dinner in front of you.

Mo Yi pretended to be unintentionally walking around the room, looking for all corners where mirrors might appear, but still found nothing. He frowned slightly, reached out to mess up his sideburns in a hidden way, and then picked up the marble next to him like a wine glass on the tray in his hand.

Mo Yi walked to a corner of the room and asked the waiter standing there naturally:

"That... do you know where to look in the mirror? I think my hairstyle seems a bit messy."

The waiter looked at him with his black eyes, turned a blind eye to Mo Yi's raised hair, and answered politely and distantly:

"Sir, your hairstyle is perfect."

A perfect smile appeared on Mo Yi's face: "Thank you."

He turned around, and the smile on his face slowly disappeared like the ripples on the lake. His dark eyes were coldly restrained, and he quietly stared at the amber-colored wine in the wine glass in his hand.

Wen Chen reached out to help Mo Yi press down his raised hair.

Mo Yi said thank you absent-mindedly, then took a sip of the wine in the glass, and frowned in an unadaptive way because of its spicy taste the next second.

Wen Chen calmly took the wine glass from his hand, changed the wine glass next to him from the tray next to him, stuffed it into his hand.

Other players came to the banquet hall one after another. For a moment, the room where there was only music sound was filled with low whispers. The elusive butler also appeared in the dark corner of the room from some time.

Mo Yi broke free from his thoughts and sat down with others—
Chapter completed!