Yin Xiu looked up at him, his eyes clear for a moment, then clouded over. "How can I help? I don't want to end up like Luo Leke."
He narrowed his eyes slightly. "Even though I don't get involved in this kind of thing much, I know that's something you do with someone you like. We're not at that stage yet."
Li Mo nodded. "Alright then."
Yin Xiu shook his head, feeling like his brain was about to explode. He pulled Li Mo over and pressed him against him, saying, "Let's lean on each other and cool down."
Rule Three of the Lust/Desire Level: If you are entangled by sin, please keep your mind calm. If you are accidentally contaminated, please resolve the physical effects before your mind is completely contaminated.
Perhaps it was because he kept delaying in going to find Ye Tianxuan that his defenses were gradually being eroded and disintegrated.
Normally, he would never have taken the initiative to hug her, but now he felt that Li Mo's body was cool and comfortable.
"Is it still hot?" Li Mo looked down at Yin Xiu's tightly closed, trembling eyelashes, took a small step forward, and the two bumped into the corner of the wall, their figures overlapping.
He enveloped Yin Xiu's burning body, holding him close in his arms. Waves of chill silently spread out, slowly wrapping around Yin Xiu and climbing up his legs little by little.
Normally, Yin Xiu would have impatiently pushed him away by now, but this time, he didn't move.
A chill crept into my lower abdomen, creeping slowly up my burning chest, becoming increasingly unrestrained.
Yin Xiu's breathing gradually became heavy and restless, and his body trembled.
"I...I feel like I can't hold on much longer..." He trembled as he reached for the hilt of his knife, his body instinctively resisting. "Quickly...take me off this floor...I'm afraid if you touch me again, I'll want to kill you..."
Li Mo curled the corners of his lips slightly; he did indeed seem quite aggressive.
The black slime suddenly rose up, enveloping the two figures. The next second, it fell down, and the two disappeared from the spot.
With a thud, the huge black double coffin landed on the ground, black liquid filled the entire coffin, and slowly Yin Xiu's appearance emerged.
His cloudy eyes looked around the deserted room and he asked softly, "Where is this?"
"The room on the Sloth Layer." Eyes and a mouth emerged from the black liquid beside him, answering Yin Xiu.
The entire coffin was filled with a cold, black liquid, enveloping Yin Xiu's feverish body. The viscous liquid surged, seeping into his clothes and crawling along his skin, bringing coolness to every inch of his body.
"Although I have a human body, I do not yet have the emotions to empathize with you." A black tentacle rose from the black liquid and slowly covered Yin Xiu's eyes. "Close your eyes, I will help you relieve it. If I don't do something, your heart will also be corrupted."
Yin Xiu raised his hand and grabbed the tentacles covering his eyes, muttering, "So dark..."
"I'm afraid you'll feel uncomfortable if you see it," Li Mo said calmly. A portion of the black liquid inside the coffin solidified into black tentacles, wrapping around Yin Xiu's body.
His left hand, corrupted by the black liquid, was taken over and slowly moved towards his lower abdomen.
"Is my hand...is it yours?" Yin Xiu instantly pressed his right hand against his left, his whole body tensing up, extremely vigilant.
"It's your left hand, but I'm controlling it."
The black tentacles slowly pried open Yin Xiu's right hand, easing his guard. The tentacles then coiled around his five fingers and pressed them against the side of the coffin.
Inside the coffin, half of his body was submerged in a black liquid. Tentacles entwined and clung to him, wetting his clothes and outlining his figure. They crawled into his trouser legs and wrapped around his ankles.
The suckers on the tentacles left marks little by little, and the small opening bit down hard on the calf.
"Hiss..." Yin Xiu frowned, "Don't bite me."
"Sorry, I couldn't control myself."
Yin Xiu's breathing was heavy, and he gritted his teeth to suppress the sound.
It was clearly his hand, but after control was taken away, it felt like someone else's hand. It felt extremely strange, yet it stimulated my brain to tremble.
"I…I want to tell you…something…to distract myself, to distract myself…" He frowned, trying his best to suppress the rising desire that was encroaching on his reason.
"Okay, you go ahead, I'm listening," Li Mo replied, giving up on the idea of shutting her up.
In the quiet room, breathing heavily, Yin Xiu tremblingly pressed his right hand against his left, suppressing his emotions, and slowly muttered to himself.
"I...entered the instance when I was sixteen..."
"Um."
"But... um... but before entering the dungeon, I think I was in an orphanage...!"
"good."
"Grown up in an orphanage...with my sister..."
"Um."
"That orphanage didn't teach us anything, I never went to school..."
"I think I'll have a lot of friends at school..."
"Maybe."
"Can you slow down..."
"Too slow."
"When I entered the town... I was sixteen... I became an adult in the instance... eighteen... all alone..."
"I've been alone for six years... without much contact with other people..."
"I've never even thought about developing a close relationship with anyone, even though I'm already twenty-two..."
Yin Xiu gritted his teeth, suppressing the sound that was about to escape his throat, "It seems... I've never experienced this feeling before... It's... very strange..."
"I have nothing by my side, I'm always alone..."
"For normal people, is someone like me... pathetic?"
Li Mo did not respond, but instead stirred the tentacles inside the coffin.
The sticky, chilling sensation slid across his skin, gently rubbing against his left fingers, sending a jolt of electricity through his body and making him feel weak all over.
Yin Xiu felt dizzy.
"Ugh... Why... aren't you answering me? Don't use your tentacles..."
"I don't know how a normal person would react, so I can't answer that. Besides, you might not have nothing at all; maybe you've just forgotten?"
"Maybe..."
While Yin Xiu was in a daze, a tentacle secretly crawled up to his heart and patted him as if to comfort him.
Yin Xiu grabbed the tentacle, gritting his teeth, "Don't touch it! If you touch it again, I'll bite it off."
The tentacle curled its lip at Yin Xiu's and asked, "Are you finished?"
"Hmm... there doesn't seem to be much to say. There are too many vague things about my past, and I don't even know much about it myself."
"Now that I've finished talking, I'm going to kiss you."
Black slime surged up and entered his mouth, while tentacles hooked around his neck, pressing him into the coffin.
Within the swirling, black liquid, tentacles surged and coiled around the body, while a mouth split open in the palm of the left hand and instantly bit down.
A sense of impending death surged through him, and Yin Xiu desperately suppressed the urge to draw his sword.