Wen was very angry. This kind of psychological activity did not belong to her at all, okay?!

——If you like it, he is easy to get started.

Shut up you!

——He kneels at your feet just to hook you.

I know without you saying that! My IQ is fine! I’m angry at all because someone wants to seduce me! But I actually feel like I’m being seduced!

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

Wen simply blocked the sound that had always been wandering in her mind.

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

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

"No." The young man replied, "but it is heartbreaking for a girl like you to pose in a depressed look for a long time."

——Are you one of them?

I'll block you... Forget it.

Wen said: "If it is broken, it will be made into a meat pie and eaten."

The man was stunned and then smiled: "It seems that I guessed the opposite. Ms. W, you are in a good mood today."

Wen didn't say anything because she suddenly felt the tip of her nose itchy. She touched the back of her hand. The skin on the back of her hand was slightly hot, and it felt uneven, as if some small bulges the size of a needle appeared under the skin.

This strange heat and itchy feeling is so special that Wen feels his breathing becomes rapid.

Although this description sounds like a feeling that cannot be described, in fact, Wen, who has already had a rough understanding of the degree of ragging of this body, thinks that she should just...

——Dust allergies.

Very good, another allergen unlocked.

She thought happily in pain that she might be able to unlock new phobia or allergic symptoms every day in the future. Thinking about it this way, life seems to have become much more interesting.

——Not interesting at all.

Shut up and don’t put your feelings on me. Who are you? You keep talking in other people’s hearts?

The sound became silent.

Wen shook his head.

Although she knew that if she let that voice go, it might cause some serious consequences, she was just an innocent salted fish!

As long as the serious consequences did not fall under her nose, she could leave it alone 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 and picked out one of them from more than ten small pieces of the cube to swallow it. The effect of the medicine was immediately effective. Within a few minutes, her skin returned to normal.

She touched her skin, but no longer touched the hard dots under her skin, and was a little disappointed.

She also likes the feeling of touching the densely packed bags...

Such a perverted hobby is definitely not her own, but her own body.

The five people cleaning the room were finally ready to leave, and the leading young man bowed to say goodbye with a smile: "Then let's say goodbye, Ms. W, I hope that next time we receive a call, we can deal with the real corpse."

Wen: "Okay, goodbye."

She didn't hide her perfunctory attitude at all.

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

Not so serious that her phobia began.

Wen jumped off the sofa and decided to explore the house that would have to play the role of "home" for a long time.

The room is quite large, with three bedrooms and one living room.

One was a bedroom, and it was the first room Wen went to see. She thought she would see a fresh and natural minimalist bedroom. Unexpectedly, what caught her eye was the gorgeous pure wood floor, the dome was painted brightly, and the corners and edges were filled with exquisitely crafted carvings, which were low-key and luxurious.

Wen quickly retreated and closed the door.

This bedroom is so luxurious that it makes Wen's stomach feel a little uncomfortable.

Wendy's aesthetic is too...luxury.

Bright collision colors, large and thick decorations, countless ornaments and decorations that are outrageously expensive at first sight, and a gorgeous oil painting is also hung on the wall.

Wen knew that the house was completely built by Wendy herself, and she didn't know why she knew it, but she just knew it anyway.

Wendy's aesthetic is amazing to be able to perfectly integrate and unify so many elements.

But no matter how awesome the aesthetic is, it can't withstand the warm stomachache. She really can't stand the style of this room. It always makes her feel like she sleeping in an ancient castle of last century. The scene can be switched to a ghost passing through the wall in the next second without any incongruity.

She went to the second room, which was also wooden floor, but the floor was light in color, with mirrors on all four walls, and wooden holders were installed near the wall.

A dance room.

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

The soft and careful girlish heart is so cute that Wen feels trembling in her heart.

She once again confirmed that she really liked this body.

Wen saw her full-length mirror in the practice room for the first time.

The long black hair was scattered on the chest, and there were subtle curls at the end. This curl looked too gentle, reminding Wen Lian of a lamb. The blue eyes, the blue color was as pure as the color was boiling in the eye sockets. The snow-white skin was so white that it reminded people of the new snow that was about to melt, so delicate and fragile that made people feel pity in their hearts.

Wen looked at himself in the mirror silently.

It was very beautiful, she thought, far more than the kind of beauty she had imagined.

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

Because this is not her own face, although she doesn't remember what she looked like in the past, it is undoubtedly not her own face.

Beautiful, but unfamiliar, made her unable to help but want to avoid it.

So she avoided this face and turned to another room.

The third room looks the most normal and comfortable. It is also the most beautiful room for Wen to feel. It is the beige wall and a small bed in the room. It is not the exaggerated and heavy wooden bed like the master bedroom, but an ordinary iron bed.

The whole room was in the minimalist style she loved, even the clothes in the closet.

Wen decided to live in this bedroom afterwards.

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

She actually didn't want to compete with Wendy for control of her body. She felt that she was traveling through time and was a latecomer. This body did not belong to her. If the original owner wanted to come back, she would give it back to the other party.

It may be that the memory is scarce due to time travel. Wen really doesn’t remember much about his previous life.

She was like a rootless duckweed, but she was happy to accept this rootless duckweed state. Instead, she felt very comfortable and comfortable, and she didn't want to change it.

Judging from the thoughts that came to her heart from time to time, Wen felt that Wendy was a completely opposite to her.

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

Although she hadn't seen the original owner of this body, it might not be possible to have any conversations with the other party, but Wen felt that she liked Wendy very much.

She likes Wendy very much.

Wen took off the clothes he had originally wore, and while taking them off, he sighed that it was indeed the style Wendy liked. This exquisite wiring and style, as well as the brand name in the corner, was really a spoiled lady.

Wen changed into a loose T-shirt and jeans, and put the original "super expensive" handbag stamped by Spider-Man into the cloakroom in the master bedroom. Yes, there was actually a cloakroom in the master bedroom. Wen felt that he had seen it a lot - and then he turned out a canvas shoulder-back from his bedroom.

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

I didn't meet anyone on the way, and there seemed to be not many occupants in this luxurious apartment, and many rooms were completely vacant. Wen walked into the elevator, took out his phone, planned to search for the nearby map, and then explore the field.

To avoid her being sick one day, she will fall into a coma in an unfamiliar place.

Spider-Man is helpful, but everyone knows that Spider-Man appears in Queens most of the time, and occasionally catches a few thieves in bustling areas to prevent several car accidents.

Wen Bullshit to bet on that occasional chance.

The traffic flow on the street is not large, maybe because it is getting late now. Wentou felt nervous and anxious on the street for the first time. She stamped her feet, feeling that her behavior of going out rashly seemed to be a bit unconsidered.

Maybe it's good to go back?

But it was too timid when I went back as soon as I went out. At least I could find a place to have some food or 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, and she can't stand so many people and crowded places. Oh, this time it's not phobia, it's simple, ordinary and difficult to accept. What she has to say is a bit like... a princess disease.

This body is not only ragged but also has a lot of bad habits!

Alas, even if this is the case, what should I do? She still likes this body very much.

Wen lowered her head and slowly walked around the edge of the street, then tried to walk into a fast food restaurant. There were not many people in the fast food restaurant because many people packed and took them away after buying things, which would make Wen a little uncomfortable but still acceptable.

She went to order a burger, another glass of orange juice, and then left with her pocket.

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

There are people in the park who are picnicking with tents. When they get closer, they can still smell the aroma of barbecue.

At the open air barbecue, there is a family of five, a young parents, two sons and a daughter.

The mother was barbecuing, the father was throwing balls with his son, and the little daughter ran around the grass barefoot. When she was tired of running, she sat next to her mother and secretly ate the barbecue placed next to her mother.

Looking at their lively appearance, Wen finished the burger in his hand in small mouthfuls and drank all the orange juice.

A burst of tears suddenly came out, causing her to sob a little.
Chapter completed!