Congratulations on Your Successful Escape

Chapter 130

Mo Yi's lips were silent, and his dark eyes were silently watching Wen Yan's face close to him. Under the calm appearance, there seemed to be an undercurrent of flowing ink.

The two breathed and their eyes met.

The strange and silent atmosphere spread between the two, as if something was growing in silence.

Mo Yi staggered his gaze, moved his face away from the shadow cast by Wen Yan, and sat up slowly.

There was a faint loss in Wen Yan's eyes, and he also straightened his waist. The soft light in the window shined from behind him, blurred his features, and outlined his straight body into a straight and silent shadow.

Mo Yi looked up at him and said, "Come here."

His voice was husky, just waking up, like a velvet lightly rubbing against the eardrum, and then immersed in the morning light overflowing into the room.

Wen Yan suddenly raised his eyes, and the light-colored eyes under his raised eyebrows were shining in the light behind him.

He strode forward, and the distance between the two was instantly reduced.

Mo Yi raised his hand and took hold of Wen Yi's placket, with a little force in his hand, forcing him to bend down.

Wen Yan approached along with Mo Yi's strength, propped up on the bezel at the foot of the bed with one hand, stared at him tightly, his eyes were deep, it seemed that his face would be printed in his head.

The light pine forest lingers around the nose, and lingers lightly around Mo Yi.

Mo Yi stretched out his other hand, and slowly stroked Wenxian's cheek.

The other person seemed startled by his movements. His whole body was stiff for a moment, but he relaxed his body momentarily, letting Mo Yi's fingers gently rub his face.

Mo Yi stared at him thoughtfully, his fingers traced the radian of the mandible's jaw, and the skin under his fingers was slightly cold, and it felt like a delicate and moist jade.

As he caressed carelessly, the cold surface seemed to be stained with a slight temperature by his fingers, and the temperature gradually increased, and some of his irons were ironed--

Mo Yi's gaze was gradually focused, and he re-visited Wen Yan's face.

I saw the other person's face glowed slightly from the base of the ear, and gradually dyed the entire face into a light pink, and the tips of the ears hidden in the black hair were even reddish.

But Wen Yan's gaze still did not dodge, staring straight at Mo Yi, light-colored eyes staring at his face, breathing slightly sprayed on Mo Yi's face slightly chaotically.

Itchy.

Mo Yi lowered his eyes slightly, and then, as if to make the itch disappear, he put a little pressure on his hand, pulled Wen Yan's face closer, and kissed the other's lips gently.

The lip and the lip are gently pressed against each other, and the soft touch on the other's lips is clearly and clearly printed in his mind.

Mo Yi opened his mouth to cover Wen Yan's lower lip, sucked gently, and the other's body trembled slightly as he moved.

Wen Yi raised her hand and held Mo Yi's neck, excited to kiss back, but was stopped by Mo Yi's fingers clasped on her jaw.

Mo Yi let go of Wen Yan's lips, moved a little further away, and then stood up sideways.

He looked back at Wen Yan, his eyes painted the other's face.

The gentle, short, gentle kiss just now is almost just a capricorn between lips, without deeper contact.

But Wen Yan reacted more than the fierce wet kiss before. His face was all red, his chest was violently undulating, a pair of light-colored eyes glowed with water, his eyes were fierce and confused.

He stared at Mo Yi rightly, breathing disorderly and heavy, his lips pursing tightly, as if suppressing something.

Mo Yi no longer looked at him, but turned around to look at his room for a week, glancing casually over the white note on the nightstand.

He didn't reach out to pick up the piece of paper, but just moved his shoulder gently, feeling that the thin clothes on his body were tightly stuck to his skin with sticky sweat, and he could not help but frown slightly.

Mo Yi turned his head to Wen Yan and said, "I'll take a bath, you can do it yourself."

After that, he turned and walked towards the bathroom.

Wen Yan's eyes never left him, but the light in his eyes slowly dimmed, and he nodded quietly.

Mo Yi's eyes moved slightly, and the ghost moved forward swiftly, pecking on his lips soothingly.

Wen Yan's eyes widened instantly.

Mo Yi was a little hot now. He turned around and walked into the bathroom casually, and said as he walked:

"By the way, it cost so much in the copy before. Are you sure you are fine now?"

Wen Hu's hoarse and low voice came behind him, his voice suppressed: "... not sure."

Mo Yi's hand was now grasping the door handle of the bathroom, Wen Yan turned his head subconsciously to Wen Yan, and issued a questioning syllable: "Oh?"

I saw that under the soft sunlight coming in through the window, Wen's figure slowly lightened and faded. The light shone through his body and cast a halo on the floor, as if he was slowly disappearing. Just listen to him say:

"I may sleep for a while."

The color on his face hadn't faded yet. He stared at Mo Yi with the thinning eyes, his mouth raised, and said:

"It's just that I have to ask for my pay first, otherwise what should you do if you default."

After speaking, Wen Yan seemed to think of something, and coughed a little unnaturally. His figure had almost completely dissipated into a light smoke at this moment, leaving a blurry outline in the sun.

He left the last sentence before Wen Yan completely disappeared, and the epilogue swayed lightly in the room:

"... but now I owe you."

Mo Yi stared at the empty room, with the corners of his mouth twitched, and pressed hard under his palm to open the bathroom door.

——I don't know why, he didn't want to know what Wen Yan would return him.

After half an hour.

Mo Yi wiped his wet hair, opened the bathroom door and walked out. The steam evaporating in the room behind him escaped with his movements, and the room was filled with a light shower gel fragrance.

He put a slightly damp towel on his shoulders, walked to the bedside table, bent over and lifted the white card.

Mo Yi glanced hurriedly. The procedural words above were exactly the same as before. The only change was the rest time:

This time is a full month.

He put the piece of paper back to his previous position with a bit of boringness, and opened the small gray box next to it.

Inside are the items purchased by Mo Yi before this copy was opened. He took out the list in the box and browsed it at random. He turned around slightly in the box and found that the items in the copy he had purchased were automatically saved. Into the virtual backpack.

Mo Yi slightly slipped her lips-at least at this point, the game is still very humane.

He casually inspected the memory of the virtual backpack and found that it was not full, and there were still several grids empty.

Just then, he seemed to remember something.

Mo Yi froze slightly, his eyes lightened slowly, he quickly closed his virtual backpack, then took off the wet towel on his shoulders and set it aside, then quickly walked to the desk and turned on the computer.

He stared intently at the screen, his slender fingers leaping rapidly on the keyboard, and crisp and dense typing sounded in the empty room.

Symbols and numbers alternated quickly on the light blue screen, turning quickly down the line.

The data stream transformed on the screen is reflected in Mo Yi's dark eyes, and he jumps rapidly at the bottom of Mo Yi's eyes, which is almost impossible to capture.

He stared intently at the small screen in front of him, devoted himself into it, his fingers hitting the keyboard, his thoughts quickly flowed into the flow of symbols from his fingertips, and transformed into lines of data on the computer screen.

I don't know how long, Mo Yi finally stopped.

He stared at the screen in front of him, frowning--

What he saw in the copy before was just a broken string of code, which was incomplete or even deliberately obscured.

The code string that Mo Yi just typed out is based on the myriad of feasibility derived from that broken code, and the most likely to be realized. He typed out the code he peeped in the copy based on memory, and then Try to complete it with your own ability, and even try to expand and develop it.

Mo Yi gazed at the results he had typed on the screen. The fluorescent light on the screen printed a pale blue light on his face, his brows locked—

He encountered a bottleneck.

The data was messy and complicated. Even if he tried his best to fill it up, the result was incomplete, disabled and dead.

Rather than as he saw in the copy-full of vitality, jumping, transforming, going through a cycle of life and death in seconds.

Mo Yi sighed in frustration and looked away from the screen, only to find out, I do n’t know when it started, the room was almost completely black, and the twilight was shining in from the open window. There was a slight light on it.

He moved his shoulder lightly, and could not help but hissing--

The whole shoulder was stiff and numb as if it had gone through a marathon. A slight movement involved the movement of each muscle on the bone, causing intense pain.

Since he washed his hands in Jinpen, Mo Yi has never hurt so much.

He frowned, rubbing his shoulders stiffly, and suddenly, there was a gentle vibration in his ears.

Mo Yi turned his head subconsciously to look at the phone beside him, only to see its screen light up, showing a message.

Show from Jiang Yuanrou.

He fumbled and took the phone, and swiped his fingertips up slightly, only to see a long list of missed calls and unread messages.

Mo Yi frowned slightly-he was too focused just now, and he didn't even hear it once.

He was waiting to open the latest message, and only heard the rapid knock at the door.

Mo Yi moved a moment, pushed his fingertips down, and clicked away. I saw clear writing on the light blue screen:

"I'm here. —From Jiang Yuanrou"

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