Chapter 164

The room was silent, and the dark red walls heavily wrapped around the space in the room, which looked brighter and more dazzling under the light, as if even the thin and pale face of the butler standing at the door had been printed with a light red.

At this moment, a low moan sounded behind everyone, breaking the silence in the room.

The players followed the sound and saw that the player who was lying on the ground seemed to finally wake up from his coma.

He supported the ground with his palms and raised his upper body from the ground with difficulty. His pale face turned in confusion and daze, looking around at everything strange in front of him, and asked in a hoarse and dry voice:

"Send...what happened?"

The butler's unmoved eyes stayed on his figure for a second, then turned away coldly.

His voice rang in the cold and depressing space:

"It's getting late now, I guess you're already very tired today."

After saying that, the butler slowly took a step back, gave in, and continued, "Please follow the maid back to your room to rest."

The player hurriedly left the uncomfortable room behind him. After everyone came out of the open brass door, the housekeeper's voice sounded again behind him: "Tomorrow is the wedding of Mr. De Klaus and his wife. Please rest and bring invitations."

The players were shocked, turned their heads and looked behind them at the same time. They saw the butler's thin and dark figure standing outside the bright red room. Half of his pale face was red, and there was a light red light on his black eyes. The corners of his lips, which had been raised from a carefully calculated angle, seemed to be a little bigger, which made people feel creepy.

He bowed slowly, and the brass-colored door slowly closed behind him, locking the empty room behind him.

Tomorrow is the wedding.

This idea made all players shudder. No one knew what would happen tomorrow. This heart-wrenching unknown made everyone feel heavy and frightened, and silently followed the maid who was already waiting in the outer hall.

Mo Yi and Wen Chen followed the maid leading the way out of the hall. The dim lights on the walls beside them illuminated the corridor, but it was still pitch black in front of them, and the air was silent. Only the slight sound of footsteps stepping on the carpet.

After a long time, the maid walking in front finally stopped - their room was here.

The two walked into the room, the door of the room closed behind them, locking the maid in the dark corridor with pale and stiff eyes on their faces behind them, leaving only a quiet and enclosed space.

Mo Yiluo reached out to insert his fingers tiredly, pulled them into the bow tie, relaxing the cumbersome shackles a little, then slowly breathed out and stopped his hand a little irritated.

Wen Chen walked up and lowered his head slightly. His slender fingers skillfully helped Mo Yi to untie the messy and tangled collar that was pulled by him. Mo Yi slightly raised his head along with his movements, pulling his neck. The hard throat bones were tough and graceful, trembling with breathing, the collar slightly dispersed, and the pale and thin collarbone was half hidden between the complex collar, reflecting a slightly moist light under the light.

Wen Chen's eyes were slightly darker, and the movements under his fingers slowed down uncontrollably.

I don't know when the distance between the two became extremely close, as if I could see the trembling of each other's eyelashes.

He lowered his head uncontrollably and gently pressed his lips against Mo Yi's neck. The cold and soft lips were printed on the warm skin, which made Mo Yibing feel excited.

Mo Yi frowned, reached out and inserted his fingers into Wen Chen's soft hair, forcing him to look up at him.

He narrowed his dark eyes slightly, and his abyss-like eyes looked dim and glinted under the light.

Then he leaned forward without warning and bit Wen Chen's lips hard. His sharp canine teeth were biting on his cold lips, and the sweet smell of blood exchanged between his lips and teeth.

Wen Chen then kissed him harder, and the two of them were staggering in their original standing posture. If Mo Yi hadn't supported the bed with his hands in time, they would have fallen to the bed.

Mo Yi's fingers slid down from Wen Chen's skull, pressed them on the back of his neck, and then pulled the distance between the two.

The strange emotions that had been accumulated in the heart since he was in the dance hall were finally released. Mo Yi took a deep breath slowly, causing his breath to evenly evenly, narrowing his eyes and staring at Wen Chen's face that was close to him - his pale and thin lips were stained with a little blood, which was obviously his masterpiece.

Wen Chen looked at Mo Yi with his light-colored eyes, and only the breathing of the two of them could be heard in the room.

Mo Yi rubbed the cold skin on Wen Chen's back neck with his fingertips, and the light reflected in his calm eyes, like the thin moonlight undulating on the deep dark ocean.

Wen Chen leaned closer uncontrollably and kissed his eyelid gently. Then he followed the force Mo Yi added to his neck and stepped back slightly, and let out a long breath with unconcealed disappointment.

The ambiguous atmosphere and heat in the room slowly faded a little, and the viscous tightness in the air finally dissipated.

Just as Mo Yi took back his palm, Wen Chen seemed to suddenly remember something and asked softly:

"By the way, did you discover something when you were in the dance hall just now?"

Mo Yi nodded and pulled out the silver table knife from one of his cuffs. Its slightly curved smooth surface reflected in the dazzling white light under the light. As the movement of his fingers flashed, he spoke:

"Before, in the secret door in the side hall on the first floor, I saw a blurry portrait in the mirror in the room - I think it might be the one who played the piano in the side hall before, but it seemed that the naked eye could not see it, unless it was in the mirror and there was no mirror in the entire house, so I asked you to steal this knife from the restaurant."

He continued with a serious expression: "And in the dance hall, I used the mirror of this knife to see the same blurred portrait in the arms of the controlled player... I suspect it was the same as what I saw in that room, and..."

Mo Yi took a deep breath, frowned slowly, and then said:

"And...I doubt it's very likely Madame de Klaus."

During the dance process, the player obviously danced with a male step, and the blurred shadow in his arms was very likely to be a female. In addition, in such a grand dance party, the male and female hostess were often led by the dance. In addition, yesterday the butler said that today's Klaus couple would participate, which forced Mo Yi to have reasonable doubts... Will the player, who is like a marionette and the ghost in his arms represent this couple?

However, the problem now is that this inference is a bit simple - and there will never be too simple in the copy.

This made Mo Yi a little uneasy.

Just as he was thinking deeply, Wen Chen's voice sounded in his ears: "Actually... I'm not asking this."

Mo Yi looked up at him with some confusion, but saw Wen Chen turn his gaze away, and the tight corners of his lips seemed to be a little uneasy. He paused and continued:

"I mean...when I invited you to dance, did you find something? Why did it suddenly..."

Mo Yi realized that Wen Chen asked why he suddenly lowered his curse before, and couldn't help but be slightly stunned, and then slowly curled the corners of his lips: "That..."

Wen Chen's expression remained unchanged, but the muscles on his body slowly tensed up, waiting nervously.

Mo Yi smiled calmly, gently kissed his lips, and then replied without changing his face:

"It's really nothing."

Wen Chen's heart was beating wildly by his sudden actions, and his light-colored eyes seemed to melt. He subconsciously curled the corners of his lips, thinking in a vague sense:

If he can get a kiss every time, it seems that he will mention this topic more in the future...

Mo Yi's face was stained with a tired look. He yawned and said, "It's time to rest now. Tomorrow will probably be a very special day."

After saying that, he stopped worrying about getting up and walked to the bathroom and simply washed up. Then he changed into his previous casual clothes, turned off the lights in the room, and then lay down on the side of the bed with his clothes.

Mo Yi stared at the darkness in front of him, his eyes deepened slightly, and he stretched out his hand to slowly stroke his chest. The heart in his chest under his palm was beating smoothly and regularly, pumping blood from the atria to the whole body.

When he was dancing in the dance hall before, he truly felt his heartbeat for the first time.

Then, he saw the picture.

The familiar one seemed to be fragments engraved in memory - the familiar feeling once again came like a tide, hitting his mind fiercely. The picture was not clear, only some residual feelings or colors, but it was so vivid, as if it had happened yesterday.

This mysterious feeling lasted for a moment, but it clearly made Mo Yi unable to deceive himself and did not feel it.

He took a deep breath, cleared the emotions and pictures in his mind, then closed his eyes and forced him to fall asleep.

The darkness slowly enveloped Mo Yi's consciousness and senses, but he could still clearly smell the breath that was like a mixture of pine forests after rain, wrapping him up in a dark and sweet dream.

Tonight, Mo Yi did not dream of the nightmare that had been entangled with him almost since he had any memory.

When Mo Yi woke up again, he seemed to have a long and distant dream, with the smell of sunshine and broken spots inside. The chuckling sound and warm touch woven into a net, covering his sleeping consciousness. But when he woke up, he found that he could not remember anything, as if it was just a thin piece of sugar in his mouth, and after the melting of the tongue, there was no trace of it except a hint of sweetness.

Mo Yi stood in a daze and blinked, then raised his wrist and looked at the time:

It's already past eight o'clock in the morning.

Mo Yi's nerves suddenly woke up and couldn't help but frown slightly: Logically speaking, even if there was no hot water for washing up at this time, breakfast should have knocked on the door, but... nothing was there.

He quickly got up from the bed, walked quickly to the door of the room, and reached out to try to open the door-

But the door in front of me was as unshakable as a copper wall.
Chapter completed!