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Chapter 125

Mo Yi tried hard to open his eyes but his eyelids felt heavy, as if they were made of lead. His eyelashes drooped heavily, his vision blurring, leaving some patches of colours floating in front of his eyes.

A pair of hands pressed against his back, and the slightly cold touch penetrated the fabric on his skin.

Mo Yi tried to move his body, but his limbs were as numb as though he had lost consciousness, and the movements he could make were tiny—

He rubbed his cold cheek against the equally cold neck of the other party, and he felt an odd temperature beginning from the area they were touching.

A low and hoarse groan escaped from Mo Yi’s throat, as if he wanted to say something, but he could only make some monotonous syllables.

He vaguely felt his head being lifted up by a hand, followed by something touching his lips.

It was soft and icy.

Something thin and dry pressed against his lips snugly, rubbing gently, followed by a moist and warm object licking his lips and gently prying open his teeth.

Mo Yi’s mind was in a daze. He subconsciously followed that alluring touch of temperature and pressed his lips closer together, sucking the moist tip of the tongue which was inserted into his mouth.

The fresh pine forest scent from the other person seemingly spread from that point of contact, seeping out into Mo Yi’s mouth along with their shared saliva.

The gentle and warm temperature slowly penetrated the blood vessels all over his body along his mouth and respiratory tract. The strength in his body was visibly restored as the warmth began to flood outwards from Mo Yi’s chest to the rest of his body.

……not enough.

Mo Yi struggled to raise his arms and returned the hug fiercely, trying his best to absorb even more warmth.

…Not enough, not enough!

He forcefully pushed the tip of his tongue towards the source of warmth, biting and sucking fiercely. A sweet and fishy taste permeated his lips and the accompanying scent of rust filled his mouth as warm blood slipped down his throat in an instant, burning all the way down with a scorching heat.

Their chests were pressed together tighter and tighter, becoming so close that they could almost feel the trembling of the other party—

Mo Yi’s sanity gradually recovered, his blurred mind steadily becoming clear, and he blinked several times blankly.

His vision cleared, and he regained his senses—

Mo Yi looked at the magnified face in front of him, and his mind went blank for a moment.

There was a numb sucking sensation coming from the tip of his tongue. A slight electric current came from his warm and moist mouth, which made him realise very clearly that—

He had already put his tongue into the other party’s mouth.

Wen Chen’s sculpted facial features were close in front of his eyes. His trembling eyelashes were drooping slightly and the corners of his eyes were flushed abnormally.

There seemed to be a loud ‘bang’ in his ears and Mo Yi felt that the pores all over his body were emitting heat, and the blood was rushing fiercely up to the top of his head.

He retreated in a hurry, but he didn’t expect that the way they were entangled would cause him to lose his balance as a result.

On the contrary, it was Wen Chen who hurriedly steadied him with quick eyes and hands.

And so, Mo Yi fell back into another dizzy state. The two of them were about the same height, and their second contact became familiar—

The two pairs of lips were pressed together again.

Mo Yi placed his hands on Wen Chen’s shoulders and neck and ended their second kiss.

Panting, he took a step back and stared at Wen Chen, who was only a step away from him with his mouth open.

There was no change in the other party’s contoured pale face, except for a pair of light grey eyes which were glistening wetly, and there was a faint flush of red at the corner of his eyes.

Mo Yi’s gaze fell on the other party’s lips unknowingly—

Wen Chen’s originally pale lip colour had been ravaged into a ripe bright red, and his slightly thicker lower lip was stained with bright blood.

Mo Yi pursed his lips subconsciously. There was a tingling pain on his lips, as if telling him:

Yes, it was you who did this, it was not a dream.

More blood rushed to the top of his head. His cheeks were so hot that they were almost smoking, and Mo Yi spoke dryly.

“Hi…”

He didn’t know where to look, so he could only avert his gaze, only to see a shocked face.

Jiang Yuanrou stood a few steps away, dumbfounded, her eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

Mo Yi’s brain stopped functioning.

He felt that the heat on his face was going to be set on fire.

If you ignored the red tips of the ears, Wen Chen looked incredibly calm, and he simply turned around and looked at Jiang Yuanrou before stretching out his hand to her.

“Hello, I’m Mo Yi’s friend, Wen Chen.”

His voice was low and slightly hoarse.

Jiang Yuanrou still hasn’t recovered from the shock just now.

After all, anyone who had just experienced a life-and-death moment in a horror instance, only to turn and see her friend passionately kissing a stranger with the same sex—and even did it twice—wouldn’t be able to react instantly.

She subconsciously held Wen Chen’s outstretched hand, and then mechanically answered him.

“Jiang Yuanrou…”

She quickly regained her composure after her introduction. With her face slightly flushed, she brought a clenched fist to her mouth, coughed awkwardly, then spoke.

“Well… you guys talk first, I’ll go to other rooms, anyway, I’m familiar with this place.”

After she finished speaking, she ran away as if she was fleeing.

Mo Yi looked at Jiang Yuanrou’s back. The temperature on his face was rising instead of falling, and he coughed softly before looking away in embarrassment.

After his gaze fell to other places in the room, he realised what Jiang Yuanrou meant when she said ‘I’m familiar with this place’.

They were standing in the middle of a dilapidated room right now. The walls of the room were covered with rough wallpaper and it was almost impossible to distinguish the dull green grid pattern under the heavy dust.

There was nothing inside the room, with only scattered and broken wood chips and bricks on the floor and a crooked window on the side wall. There was no glass on the window, leaving only several wooden sticks which were crookedly nailed to the frame as the only obstruction to the dark lightless sky outside.

Mo Yi looked at the window blankly, then took a step in that direction—

A faint fluorescent blue countdown appeared in the cracks between the wooden boards, dyeing the rough surface of the wooden boards with a layer of light blue.

There were 40 minutes left.

Currently, they were probably inside the old house of Jiang Yuanrou’s last instance.

Mo Yi frowned slightly. He turned around and met the gaze ofWen Chen who was walking towards him—

His eyes were subconsciously attracted by the other’s bright red lips. Mo Yi felt that his cooled down cheeks were starting to heat up again, and he reflexively gave a low cough, then opened his mouth to break the deadlock.

“About that…”

Mo Yi stopped in embarrassment after saying those two words—he didn’t know what to should say next.

He was silent for a while, then asked boldly.

“Well, do you need to treat your wound…?”

As soon as he blurted this out, Mo Yi felt a little regretful—what on earth did he just say? What did he ask the Mist? Treat his wound?

Moreover this wound was because of him, because he bit him!

A smile appeared on Wen Chen’s face. “Yes.”

Stunned, Mo Yi snapped his head up to glance at him.

Only to see Wen Chen walking up to him with long legs, then bent to kiss him again. There was a light salty rust scent spreading in his mouth, accompanied by the sensation of a wet tongue gently licking his lips once.

Mo Yi’s cheeks became hot again. He took a step back abruptly and stared at Wen Chen, dumbfounded.

“Wait, wait, you… what do you mean by this?”

Wen Chen gently rubbed his moist bottom lip with his thumb, smearing the crimson colour under his fingertip. His light-coloured eyes focused on Mo Yi.

“Blood. You can’t waste it, especially since you are still in a weakened state.”

Mo Yi knew that Wen Chen’s blood could save his life, but to have it in this way, was…too…

His brows drew into a crease, and he opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something.

But in the next second, Wen Chen took another step forward and stopped Mo Yi from speaking.

Mo Yi subconsciously took a step back, only to find his back pressed against a cold and hard wall.

Wen Chen’s deep voice came to his ears.

“What I meant was… can I woo you?”

Mo Yi couldn’t help but be taken aback when he heard that. The cold touch of the wall behind him spread through the sweaty shirt to his skin, successfully calming his mind down.

The bewilderment and confusion brought about by being pulled back from the edge of life and death finally receded from her body like a tide, leaving only the dark and hard sandy banks of reason.

Mo Yi frowned. He looked back at Wen Chen with a pair of dark and solemn eyes.

“We are the same gender, and not even of the same species.”

In the deep shadow, a pair of light-coloured eyes were hidden in the shadow, looking at him with burning heat.

“Both of us know that neither of us are concerned about this, so there is no need to use this excuse to prevaricate me.”

Mo Yi gave a low chuckle. He straightened his back which was leaning against the wall, and took a step closer to Wen Chen.

“Then can you tell me why?”

Their distance was close enough that Mo Yi could clearly see the tips of his ears which were hidden in his black hair. They were defying his master’s wishes, revealing a reddish colour that did not match his calm demeanour.

Mo Yi squinted his eyes as he looked at Wen Chen. There was a slight sense of pressure transmitted through those his deep black eyes, which made it hard to hold eye contact.

“We both know that your attitude towards me had been very odd since the start, so… don’t try to brush me off with something like love at first sight.”

Wen Chen looked at him deeply.

“Of course it’s not love at first sight.”

Mo Yi frowned, and said firmly, “So we have met before.”

Wen Chen didn’t answer. He merely turned his head to the side slightly, and the lights overhead casted sharp shadows down onto the deep contours of his chiseled face.

And so, Mo Yi got the answer he wanted.

He stepped back a little, his eyes drooping slightly. His eyes were cold, and he seemed to want to say something.

But in the next second, Wen Chen stepped forward abruptly, hugged him with his slender arms, and pressed his cold cheek against Mo Yi’s warm neck, which made the latter shiver.

Mo Yi was about to push him away, when he heard Wen Chen’s trembling voice next to his ear.

“I was really worried…”

Mo Yi paused.

Wen Chen didn’t use any strength to hold his arms, and only held them loosely. But even so, Mo Yi could feel the slight trembling from the healthy body that was pressed close to him.

“This instance is more difficult than normal. In order to prevent me from interfering, it even created a double-layered game mechanism.”

Wen Chen’s icy breath lightly pressed against his neck.

“I was really, really…” The rest of the words were swallowed back down into his throat, leaving only some muffled syllables which could be heard.

—A faint scent of pine forest lingered at the tip of his nose.

Mo Yi’s mind was full of complicated thoughts.

His arms in the air froze. He turned around and he patted Wen Chen’s back lightly, yet somewhat unnaturally and hesitantly.

The two maintained this unnatural embrace.

Wen Chen’s deep yet weak voice came from beside his ears, with a little tentativeness and uncertainty in his tone.

“So, do you agree…?”

“…”

“After all, you don’t hate me, do you?”

Mo Yi’s eyes drooped and his gaze fell on the bright red tips of the ear right in front of him. He hesitated for a few seconds, and then replied in a strange way.

“…Maybe?”