I don't have to fuck Wendy against you, but many of you thought it was good before, and I can't even take turns to pick up Tony Stark's shoes. I think it doesn't matter whether you like such high quality or not.

——You always show your low moral sense in strange places.

No, this is a low moral sense. Although you are a scumbag, you do like them. I am different. I always love myself the most. You choose someone because the other party can give you happiness, and I choose someone because I think this person is the most valuable.

——It’s like someone you have chosen.

Before Wen could answer, Tony could not bear it anymore: "You have been staring at me for too long, Wen."

"When did you become a shy personality that is seen as someone but still shy?"

Tony said: "I'm not shy, but I'm a fiancée now, so I have to be cautious about my words and actions."

"I've been watching you all the time, and it's not that you've been watching me all the time. What does it have to do with your cautious words and actions?"

Tony is now sure that Bruce's daughter is as disgusting as Bruce. No, Bruce's daughter is more troublesome than Bruce!

Bruce can still get back to him, how can he treat the warmth?

Seeing Tony's expression change, Wen finally couldn't help laughing: "You really gave me those visiting tickets."

"It's impossible." Tony flatly denied that he had sufficient confidence in his memory. "I won't forget this kind of thing."

Wen said: "Then you think what's going on. I'm going home. If you think about what's going on, you can call me."

She took two steps back and waved goodbye to Tony. Tony stared at Wen Wuxing and never stopped thinking about what the tickets were going on.

When he came back to his senses, Wen had been away for a long time.

Wen regrets running so fast.

Tony gave her a bad feeling. Although the other party's performance was still super unique to the silly and sweet temperament, but also because of vigilance and inquiry, Tony's gaze at her was much worse than what Natasha gave her.

In front of Tony, Wen felt a little disrespectful.

...It was not as much as insulting or not taking it seriously, but it was not respected. I always felt that Tony was looking at something through her. Although the other person's eyes were staring at her, his eyes did not come true.

Wen didn't want to get along with Tony, so he ran away by himself before the other party asked to give her a ride.

But now she really regrets running so fast, so she should have asked Tony to take the initiative to send her home. It was a stupid move to go back by herself.

Wen didn't know that New York was so dark at night.

Street lights can only illuminate a small piece around it, and the light circles small pieces of warm tents around it. Outside the tent, the thick darkness quietly solidified, and the blackness made Wen feel violently uneasy.

She felt a fishy smell floating in her nose.

The smell of blood.

This is an illusion, Wen knew, but the odor of the fishy illusion was so clear that every step she took felt that she was deeply trapped in the dense and black blood.

A strong sense of panic surged up.

In the gaps that cannot be illuminated by street lights, there seem to be countless monsters hiding in those dark corners.

They were staring at her greedily, looking for the flaws she exposed, they were arousing the fear in her heart and causing her to fall into a trap in despair and panic.

Wen Shen took a breath and stood still under the street light.

What is this time? What kind of phobia? Wen thought about this question for a short time, but did not go deeper, so Wendy, who was sleeping deep in her mind, didn't know what Wen was thinking.

Wendy didn't need to know what she was thinking.

The darkness surged stickyly, like a pot of boiling water twisting wildly. Wen stood up against Nuanguang and touched her hair again. Cold sweat had soaked her hair, and they were thickly stuck to her head. Wen suddenly remembered Wendy's words, and she said, "After all, I have thick hair"...

Wen lowly replied to the second half of the sentence.

"I know."

The thick darkness rushed towards her, and the fear was like a potent dose of excitement. The agent was injected into her body, and the warm heart wrinkled and suddenly expanded. The rapidly accelerated blood flow echoed in her eardrums, as if a sea that was experiencing a storm was stuffed into her brain.

She felt unsteady in her standing, as if she had just suffered a painful blow on the back of her head.

Wen felt that her perception system had collapsed. This happened just once a while ago, but she didn't feel particularly disgusting at that time. Maybe it was because she was standing high in the sky when she was so scared last time, and Wendy spoke loudly in her mind.

She said: "Now, jump!"

Now, kill.

Wen had already raised his hand before the strange black shadow pounced on him. She had no weapons in her hand, but when she made up her mind, her hands cut the black shadow like a sharp blade.

The thing was split into two, and the two halves crawled on the ground. Instead of looking at it, Wen raised his hand again. While she made this move, all the monsters formed by the thick darkness rushed towards her.

Wen can't see anything.

Her eyes were full of blood. Damn, Wendy's ragged body was really ragged to a certain level. These blood also made Wen feel painfully suffocated. This time the pain and suffocation were so clear that it was completely unfair.

It seems that Wendy did not share this pain for her this time. Wen thought, is it because Wendy hid in the deepest part?

It turned out that as long as Wendy hides deep enough and as long as Wendy handes over her body enough, all the pain will be borne by her, a latecomer.

The monster no longer appeared, but the darkness around it was still enough to arouse fear. Wen sat down in the small tent of the warm light, waiting for the illusion of dying to leave this body.

She was suspicious and felt that all the places around her that were not illuminated were very dangerous, but at the same time she knew that her mentality was not normal now.

The phobia felt like she was forced into a glass jar that could not contain her entire body.

Her feet were folded against her chest, her arms were twisted and pressed against her broken calf. The human body was plasticized like a piece of plasticine. She could not breathe or move, and was so crowded that she did not even have the space for thinking.

In this small glass jar, she endured the pain of her limb being broken and her wound being pressed, and hugged herself desperately.

...So this is how Wendy has always felt?

Anxiety, extreme panic, and any movement disturbed her mood, but she was not in a good mood under this situation. No matter how reason repeatedly reiterated that it is safe now, the body's reaction was uncontrollable. Wen sat with her knees for a while, and raised her hand to wipe her face slowly.

Tears wet her cuffs.

When will it be bright? It should be much better when it dawns?

Wen thought vaguely, when she got home, she must take a hot bath. Wendy's broken body is too prone to illness, and it is uncomfortable not to get sick, and the feeling of being sick is even more uncomfortable.

The glass jar that was locked tightly was getting smaller.

temperature:"……"

She hugged herself tighter.

So lonely. This feeling hasn't been so clear. It's no longer apart, but a simple loneliness. It's like no matter how boundless the world is, and how it is filled with all kinds of strange superpowers and super humans, it actually has nothing to do with her.

There is no relationship between people, and all relationships that have to be maintained are imposed.

Wen tried to smile so as to survive the emptiness caused by this phobia, but unfortunately it was ineffective.

She was not disappointed. Before doing this, Wen had already known that giving herself psychological hints that cheering her up would not be of any use. She just found something for herself.

...Time flies too slowly.

He endured it, staring at the strange corpse that she cut off in vain. The thing was black, and just looking at it made people's stomach churn and a stream of sour water gushed out from under his tongue.

What kind of magic creature is so ugly? Aren’t magic creatures all beautiful?

Like Zatanna, she should be considered a descendant of magical creatures.

Wen's impression of magical creatures is still at the elves who live in flowers, Tianma with wings. Even if he looks like an evil demon, with sheep horns on his head and sheep's hooves on his feet, he will also exude evil charm. But this dark thing is so ugly that it seems to have nothing to do with the word "biology".

She endured the pain of phobia and took out her phone and trembled to open the game of killing time. Although Xiaoxiaole was uninstalled, Wen gradually downloaded many casual games of the same type.

This time she downloaded a game that requires krypton gold. The game that is free for life after a single purchase is still too conscientious. The difficulty is adjusted very reasonably, and for her, it is to win points all the way.

The krypton gold game is different. If you don’t krypton gold, some levels will be outrageous, but for Wen, it’s just right.

She struggled to play games for a while, and her phobia gradually passed, and the huge sense of nothingness that had been separated from the entire world gradually eased, as if she had returned to the real world and she had established connections with the world again...

……etc.

Is Wendy awake?

"You should wake me up." Then Wen heard Wendy's voice.

A pair of feet appeared in front of me, wearing black pointed leather shoes and white silk stockings. I held my ankles like a thin branch connecting flower buds.

The blood in Wen's eyes had not yet dissipated, and the calf also looked bloody, and the scene was very gothic.

"What are you doing to wake you up?" Wen said slowly, "You can have a good rest. I don't mind sharing your pain."

Just treat rent.

"I don't want to share my things with you." Wendy snorted coldly, "phobia is my phobia, not your phobia."

Aren't you? Don't others want to get rid of this kind of thing? You are still unwilling to share the burden with others.

Wen had nothing to say: "...You usually feel so uncomfortable."

"It's good to get used to it." Wendy said lightly, "After getting used to it, I can pretend that nothing happened."

"I think you're a little perverted." Wen said sincerely.

Wendy said disdainfully, "So what?"

"I also think you should see a doctor."

"You're so humorous."

"If you are sick, you should treat your illness well. You can't endure it yourself." Wen Wen advised Wendy with great sincerity, "Why does it make you so unhappy when you see a disease?"
To be continued...