Win Wayne

Wen is very angry, this kind of mental activity does not belong to her at all, okay? !

——If you like, he is very easy to use.

Shut up you!

—He knelt at your feet just to seduce you.

I don't need you to tell me!I have no problem with IQ!I'm not angry at all about someone trying to seduce me!It's that I really feel like I've been seduced!

——What’s wrong with being true to your inner desires?

Wen simply blocked out the voice that had been lingering in her head.

She lay back a little, and gently moved her feet away from the young man's hand, and the man was not injured or lost, and he said kindly: "It seems that you have not been in a good mood recently."

Wen opened his mouth and said nonsense: "Have you ever seen me in a good mood?"

"No," the young man replied, "but it's heartbreaking for a girl like you to put on a sullen look for a long time."

——You are also one of them?

I clearly blocked you...forget it.

Wen said, "When it's broken, make it into meatloaf and eat it."

The man was startled, and then laughed: "It seems that I guessed wrong, Ms. W, you are in a good mood today."

And Wen didn't speak, because she suddenly felt itchy on the tip of her nose. She touched the back of her hand, and the skin on the back of her hand was slightly hot, and it felt uneven, like some small bulges the size of needlepoints appeared under the skin.

This strange heat and itching was so special that Wen felt his breathing became short of breath.

Although this description sounds like an indescribable feeling, in fact, Wen, who already has a general understanding of the extent of this body's tatters, feels that she should just be...

- Dust allergy.

Great, unlocked another allergen.

She thought bitterly, maybe she could unlock new phobias or allergies every day in the future. Thinking about it this way, life seemed to be much more interesting.

— not interesting at all.

Shut up, don't put your feelings on me, who the hell are you, talking in other people's hearts all the time?

The voice fell silent.

Wen shook his head.

Although I know that if I let that voice go, it may cause some serious consequences, but she is just an innocent salted fish!

As long as the serious consequences don't come under her nose, she can let it go with peace of mind.

At this moment, the most important thing she should deal with is the symptoms of dust allergy.

Wen took out the medicine box from his handbag, picked out one of more than a dozen small compartments, and swallowed it.The effect of the allergy medicine was immediate, and within a few minutes, her skin returned to normal.

She touched her skin, but she didn't feel the hard dots under the skin, feeling a little disappointed for some reason.

She also likes the feeling of stroking the densely packed little bags...

Such a perverted hobby is definitely not her own, but something that comes with this body.

The five people who cleaned the room were finally ready to leave, and the young man in the lead smiled and bowed to say goodbye: "Then we will leave, Ms. W, and I hope that when we receive a call next time, what we can deal with is real Corpse."

Wen: "Okay, goodbye."

She didn't hide her perfunctory attitude at all.

Fortunately, no one cared, the five people left the room in an orderly manner, and Wen huddled on the sofa, feeling a little uneasy because the room suddenly became empty.

Not severe enough to cause her phobia to develop.

Wen hopped off the couch, determined to explore the house that would serve as "home" for a long time to come.

The room is quite big, with a structure of three bedrooms and one living room.

One was the bedroom, which was the first room Wen went to see. She thought she would see a fresh and natural minimalist bedroom, but she did not expect to see a gorgeous pure wooden floor and brightly colored paintings on the dome. The corners and seams of the walls are full of exquisite carvings, which are low-key and luxurious.

Wen stepped back quickly and closed the door.

This bedroom was so luxurious that it made Wen's stomach a little sick.

Wendy's aesthetics are too... luxurious.

Bright colliding colors, large and heavy decorations, countless ornaments and decorations that are outrageously expensive at first glance, and a gorgeous oil painting hung on the wall.

Wen knew that this house was entirely built by Wendy herself, and she didn't know why she knew, anyway, she just knew.

Being able to perfectly integrate and unify so many elements, Wendy's aesthetics are amazing.

But no matter how awesome the aesthetics are, it can't beat Wen's stomachache. She really can't stand the style of this room. It always gives her the illusion that she is sleeping in a castle from the last century, and the next second the scene can switch to There is no sense of disobedience when the ghost passes through the wall.

She went to the second room, which also has a wooden floor, but the floor is light-colored, the four walls are mirrors, and wooden railings are installed against the walls.

A dance room.

The shoe cabinet at the door is open, more than a dozen pairs of beautiful ballet shoes are neatly arranged on the shelf, and the long silk ribbons are tied into bows and placed on the uppers of the shoes.

That kind of soft and careful girlish heart is so cute that it makes Wen feel his heart tremble.

She made sure once again that she really liked this body.

From the full-length mirror in the practice room, Wen saw her whole body for the first time.

The long black hair hangs loosely across his chest, with tiny curls at the end. This curl looks so docile, it reminds Wen Wen of a lamb.Blue eyes, that blue is surprisingly pure, as if the color is boiling in the eye sockets.The snow-white skin is so white that it reminds people of new snow that is about to melt, so delicate and fragile, it makes people feel pity in their hearts.

Wen silently looked at himself in the mirror.

Beautiful, she thought, much more beautiful than she had imagined.

But when she looks in the mirror, she always feels a strong sense of disobedience.

Because it wasn't her own face, and although she couldn't remember what she had looked like in the past, it was definitely not her own face.

Beautiful, but strange, she couldn't help but want to avoid it.

So she avoided the face and turned to another room.

The third room seemed the most normal, and the one Wen felt most comfortable with.The walls are beige, and there is a small bed in the room. It is not an exaggerated and heavy wooden bed like the one in the master bedroom, but an ordinary wrought iron bed.

The whole room is that minimalist style that she loves, even the clothes in the closet.

Wen decided to live in this bedroom from now on.

The master bedroom is... Since it is the bedroom of the original owner of the body, it is better to keep it as a souvenir. Besides, Wen can also feel that there are many traces belonging to Wendy left in this body.

She actually didn't want to compete with Wendy for the control of her body. She felt that she was a time-traveler, a latecomer. This body didn't belong to her in the first place. If the original owner wanted it back, she could just return it to him.

It may be due to the scarcity of memory caused by time travel. Wen really doesn't remember much about his past life.

She is like a rootless duckweed, but she is very happy to accept this state of rootless duckweed. Instead, she feels very comfortable and comfortable, and she doesn't want to change it.

Judging from the thoughts that surfaced in her heart from time to time, Wen felt that Wendy was the complete opposite of her.

No, it cannot be said to be "completely opposite", it should be said to be "complementary characters".

Although he hasn't met the original owner of this body yet, and maybe it's impossible to have any conversations with him, Wen feels that she likes Wendy very much.

She likes Wendy very much.

Wen took off the clothes he was originally wearing, and exclaimed as he took them off that it was Wendy's favorite style. This kind of exquisite line and pattern, as well as the brand name in the corner, is really a spoiled young lady.

Wen changed into a loose T-shirt and jeans, and put the original "super expensive" handbag stamped by Spider-Man into the cloakroom of the master bedroom—yes, there is actually a cloakroom in the master bedroom, Wen felt that he was very knowledgeable -and dug out a canvas backpack from his bedroom.

She put the medicine box and wallet she carried with her into her backpack and went out alone.

I didn't meet anyone on the road. There didn't seem to be many occupants in this luxury apartment, and many rooms were completely vacant.Wen walked into the elevator, turned out his phone, and planned to search the nearby map, and then went to explore the field.

In case she fell ill one day and fell into a coma in an unfamiliar place.

Spider-Man is helpful, but everyone knows that Spider-Man haunts Queens most of the time, and occasionally catches a few thieves and prevents a few car accidents in the bustling area.

Wen didn't gamble on that occasional chance.

There was not much traffic on the street, probably because it was getting late, Wen felt nervous and anxious on the street for the first time, she stomped her feet, and felt that her behavior of going out rashly seemed a little thoughtless.

Maybe it's good to go back?

But it's too timid to go back as soon as you go out, at least find a place to eat something.

Wen made up his mind and walked into a restaurant.

She exited the restaurant at the speed of light.

There are too many people, she can't stand so many people and crowded places, oh, it's not a phobia this time, it's a simple and ordinary unacceptable, if I have to say it, it's a bit like...princess disease.

This body is not only tattered, but also has a lot of broken problems!

Sigh, so what to do, she still likes this body very much.

With his head down wearily, he strolled slowly along the edge of the street, and then tried to walk into a fast food restaurant.There were not many people in the fast food restaurant, because many people bought things and took them away, which made Wen a little uncomfortable, but acceptable.

She went to order a hamburger, another glass of orange juice, and left with her pockets in hand.

Wen picked a small nearby park as a place to have dinner.

In the park, some people set up tents for a picnic, and when they got close, they could still smell the aroma of barbecue.

BBQing in the open air is a family of five, young parents, two sons, and a daughter.

The mother is having a barbecue, the father is throwing a ball with his son, and the little daughter is running around on the grass barefoot. When she gets tired from running, she sits next to her mother and secretly eats the barbecue that is placed in her hand.

Seeing their bustle and bustle, Wen ate the hamburger in his hand in small bites, and drank up the orange juice.

A burst of tears suddenly gushed out, causing her to sob a little.

"Hi girl," Wen heard a lazy female voice, "may I sit next to you?"