440. Epilogue 7 - Tell me to take my time!
"The bank came over? I know, it's expected, I just didn't expect it to be so soon...... Well, that's all, I'll go back right away. Turning off the phone, Yu Ningmeng sighed.
"The matter of online payment?" Xia Yu picked up the tea and drank it.
This is the tea that An Siyao and Zhu Mei like, he doesn't feel anything good, but in order to maintain his dignity, he hasn't said it and drank it silently.
He successfully deceived An Siyao and them, and imperceptibly, the number of Sprites in the family Coke became less, and daily drinking became tea.
Now he can only go to Xu Youxiang to drink a drink.
Sitting back in the pavilion, Yu Ningmeng took a sip of tea and said, "Yes, I have to go." โ
She looked at Xia Yu reluctantly.
"It's a long time coming." Xia Yu replied.
Yu Ningmeng's expression was relieved at first, and then turned shy, and she glanced at Xia Yu with disgust.
I'm talking literally!
Xia Yu's thoughts were suddenly torn apart, and he rubbed his waist. thought that as long as Yu Ningmeng went back, he would be much easier.
LV3's stamina is no longer enough, so I have to find a way to find a body with relevant skills and level it up again.
"I'll leave now." Putting down the teacup, Yu Ningmeng stood up.
"I'll send you?" Xia Yu also stood up.
"No need, I'll go back with my assistant." After speaking, Yu Ningmeng turned her head to look at Wen Ziying next to her.
Wen Ziying drank tea quietly, looking at the flowers, as if Yu Ningmeng and Xia Yu did not exist.
She came with Yu Ningmeng, as a translator.
"Are you coming with me?" Yu Ningmeng asked her.
"It's a nice view, I'm here for a few days." Wen Ziying replied.
"Okay, contact me if you have something." Yu Ningmeng turned around, shielded Xia Yu's sight with her back, and gestured to Wen Ziying in a cheering pose.
Wen Ziying didn't respond, she didn't know how to respond.
Together with Xia Yu, she sent Yu Ningmeng to the door and turned back.
The two of them sat in the gazebo and suddenly felt uncomfortable.
Over the years, although Wen Ziying often came over with Yu Ningmeng, she had never been alone with Xia Yu.
Xia Yu has not been to Wen Ziying's body in these years.
There was silence in the gazebo, a little awkward.
In order to resolve this embarrassment, Xia Yu tried to pull the topic.
So the question is, what kind of topic is better?
Is it really noisy today?
How nice is the weather today?
Putting these two questions aside, Xia Yu found a very regular question: "Where are you going to play?" โ
"I'm not going to go out and play." Wen Ziying said.
"So what?" Xia Yu asked curiously.
"Write." Wen Ziying's words were very slow, slow and a little deliberate.
"Didn't you seal the pen?" Xia Yu asked subconsciously, and then he realized that this answer was very inappropriate, as if to say, "Aren't you losing weight?" "General.
He hurriedly changed his words: "What to write?" โ
"Write about a teenager who gained superpowers." Wen Ziying played with the delicate teacup.
"And then?" Xia Yu asked, he admired Wen Ziying's ability to make up stories, and believed that Wen Ziying would tell a wonderful story, and he couldn't wait to know the plot.
"His ability is puppet manipulation." Wen Ziying finished reading the pattern on the cup, and stroked it with her hand.
Puppet manipulation? Rushing to the battlefield with a few dolls?
Xia Yu couldn't help but think of an outdated game character.
"Superpower war?" Xia Yu was curious about the subject matter of the book.
"It's not." Wen Ziying raised her head and stared at Xia Yu, "After discovering his ability, he was keen to manipulate women's bodies to do some bad things. โ
Xia Yu instinctively dodged his gaze.
No, I haven't done anything bad, it's not me.
After stabilizing his mood, Xia Yu continued to listen.
"Like going to the toilet, taking a shower, or something." Wen Ziying's gaze glanced at Xia Yu's body.
Xia Yu was a little uneasy, he did seem to have done this, but there was no way to do it, he couldn't quit halfway through the eight hours of the game, he couldn't stay up for eight hours without going to the toilet, right?
As for the bath, the toilets are all on the line, and this is still missing? Besides, what did Wen Ziyu do, what does it matter to me Xia Yu?
"And then, he completely revealed his evil side." Wen Ziying's voice was low.
Xia Yu's heart also sank.
What else am I doing evil? No, I don't.
But it may also be forgotten, after all, so many years have passed.
He waited anxiously for Wen Ziying's explanation, but Wen Ziying picked up the tea and drank it slowly, leaving Xia Yu anxious.
After half a minute, Wen Ziying finally put down the teacup.
When he got tired of playing with that, he cruelly left the woman behind, not thinking about the psychological pressure of the woman he ruined her innocence.
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"What, do you feel that man didn't ruin the innocence of other people's homes?" Wen Ziying stared at Xia Yu and asked.
"This ...... Maybe? Xia Yu couldn't refute it.
"Then do you think that man should be responsible?" Wen Ziying asked again.
Xia Yu clenched his hands, he couldn't tell what Wen Ziying meant by this.
Over the years, he has met Wen Ziying less times than he has met Yu Ningmeng, and he hasn't said a few words every time.
He slowly probed: "Is this it?" If you are responsible, won't there be nothing to write about? โ
"It doesn't matter, if that man is in charge, this is a love story with sugar." Wen Ziying smiled.
"What if you're not responsible?" Xia Yu asked curiously.
Wen Ziying's smile did not decrease, but became brighter: "If you are not responsible, that woman will awaken the ability of eighteen kinds of torture." โ
"What kind of ability is that?" Xia Yu asked.
"It is to forcibly arrest the person concerned to the execution ground and experience the eighteen kinds of torture." Wen Ziying replied.
"Is it so sloppy?" Xia Yu was stunned.
Wen Ziying continued: "Actually, I haven't thought about the eighteen kinds of torture yet, what do you think is good? The six horses are divided to the same extent. โ
Isn't it five horses?
Xia Yu thought carefully, analyzed carefully, and came to a conclusion.
Mom yes so ruthless!
Is this a threat? How do I pick up this topic?
When Xia Yu was embarrassed, Wen Ziying changed her words again:
Of course, the reality can't be like this, the ability to awaken is just a woman's dream, she has no ability, and the other party has not reappeared, she can only spend this life in loneliness. When she died, there was no one around, and her body was decomposed for half a month before it was found by thieves. โ
All of a sudden, it went from bloody to depressing.
Compared with the sudden change in painting style, Xia Yu was even more surprised by the ending of loneliness.
After being silent for a while, Xia Yu asked, "Then how will the plot develop?" โ
"Wellโโ, how about writing that men approach women with their real bodies, slowly brush up their favorability like ordinary love, and then confess and confess?" Wen Ziying pinched her fingers, looking a little uneasy.
Xia Yu completely calmed down, and he looked at Wen Ziying: "How do you get close?" โ
Wen Ziying lowered her head: "For example, a chance encounter in the garden?" โ
"Do you want to go to the backyard then?" Xia Yu stretched out his hand.
Wen Ziying grabbed Xia Yu's hand.
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Half an hour later, the bedroom.
"Hmm, I obviously said that I want to take it slowly like ordinary love!"