Four Hundred and Forty. Epilogue 7——It Is Clearly Said to Take Your Time!

"The bank is here? I know, this is expected, but I didn't expect it to be so soon... Well, that's it, I'll go right back." Turning off the phone, Yu Ningmeng sighed.

"What about online payment?" Xia Yu picked up his tea and drank it.

This was An Siyao's and Zhu Mei's favorite tea. He didn't feel that it was any good, but in order to maintain his dignity, he didn't say it and drank it silently.

He successfully fooled An Siyao and the others, and subtly, the number of sprites in the cola at home decreased, and his daily drinking became tea.

Now he can only go to Xu Youxiang's place for a drink.

Sitting back in the gazebo, Yu Ningmeng took a sip of tea: "Yes, I have to go."

She looked at Xia Yu reluctantly.

"The future is long." Xia Yu replied.

Yu Ningmeng's expression was relieved at first, then shy, and she gave Xia Yu a reproachful look.

I mean it literally!

Xia Yu's thoughts were distorted all of a sudden, and he rubbed his waist. Thinking that as long as Yu Ningmeng goes back, he will be much more relaxed.

The stamina of LV3 is no longer enough, I have to find a way to find a body with relevant skills, and then level up.

"I'm leaving now." Putting down the teacup, Yu Ningmeng stood up.

"I'll see you off?" Xia Yu also stood up.

"No need, I'll go back with my assistant." After speaking, Yu Ningmeng turned to look at Wen Ziying next to her.

Wen Ziying drank tea quietly and looked at the flowers, as if Yu Ningmeng and Xia Yu didn't exist.

She came with Yu Ningmeng as an interpreter.

"Will you come with me?" Yu Ningmeng asked her.

"The scenery here is good. I will enjoy it for a few days." Wen Ziying replied.

"Okay, contact me if you have anything to do." Yu Ningmeng turned around, covered Xia Yu's view with her back, and made a gesture of cheering for Wen Ziying.

Wen Ziying did not respond,

She didn't know how to respond.

Together with Xia Yu, she sent Yu Ningmeng to the door and turned back.

Sitting in the gazebo, the two suddenly felt uncomfortable.

Over the years, although Wen Ziying often came here with Yu Ningmeng, she had never been alone with Xia Yu.

Xia Yu has never been in Wen Ziying's body in these years.

There was silence in the gazebo, a little awkward.

In order to resolve the embarrassment, Xia Yu tried to talk about it.

So the question is, what kind of topic is better?

Is the wind really noisy today?

How nice is the weather today?

Putting these two questions aside, Xia Yu asked a very routine question: "Where are you going to play?"

"I'm not going to go out to play anymore." Wen Ziying said.

"Then what?" Xia Yu asked curiously.

"Write." Wen Ziying spoke slowly, a little deliberately.

"Didn't you seal your pen?" Xia Yu asked subconsciously, and then he realized that this answer was very inappropriate, as if to say "Aren't you losing weight?"

He hastily changed his words: "Write what?"

"Writing 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. He 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.

Puppeteering? Going to the battlefield with a few dolls?

Xia Yu couldn't help but think of an outdated game character.

"Super power battle?" Xia Yu was curious about the subject of this book.

"No." Wen Ziying raised her head and stared at Xia Yu, "After he discovered his abilities, he was keen to manipulate women's bodies to do some bad things."

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.

"For example, going to the toilet, taking a shower or something." Wen Ziying glanced at Xia Yu.

Xia Yu was a little uneasy. He seemed to have done these things before, but there was nothing he could do about it. He couldn't quit halfway through the eight hours of game time. He couldn't stay up for eight hours without going to the bathroom, could he?

As for taking a shower, the toilets are all on, what's the difference? Besides, what did Wen Ziyu do, what does it have to do with me, Xia Yu?

"After that, he completely revealed his evil side." Wen Ziying's voice became low.

Xia Yu's heart also sank.

What other evil things have I done? No.

But it may be forgotten, after all, so many years have passed.

He anxiously waited for Wen Ziying's explanation, but Wen Ziying picked up the tea and drank it slowly, letting Xia Yu be impatient.

After half a minute, Wen Ziying finally put down the teacup.

"After he got tired of playing with that, he left that woman cruelly, without even thinking about the psychological pressure that the woman whose innocence he ruined had to bear."

"???"

"Why, do you feel that man didn't ruin other people's family's innocence?" Wen Ziying stared at Xia Yu and asked forcefully.

"This... Maybe?" Xia Yu couldn't refute.

"Then do you think that man should be responsible?" Wen Ziying asked again.

Xia Yu clenched his hands, he was not sure what Wen Ziying meant by all this.

The number of times he met Wen Ziying in these years was less than the number of times he met Yu Ningmeng, and each time he didn't say a few words.

He slowly probed: "Is this right? If you are in charge, won't you have nothing to write?"

"It doesn't matter. If that man is in charge, this is a sweet love story." Wen Ziying smiled.

"What if you don't take responsibility?" Xia Yu asked curiously.

Wen Ziying's smile didn't decrease, but became brighter: "If you don't take responsibility, that woman will awaken eighteen kinds of torture abilities."

"What kind of ability is that?" Xia Yu asked.

"It is to force the client to be taken to the execution ground and experience 18 kinds of torture." Wen Ziying replied.

"So rambunctious?" Xia Yu was shocked.

Wen Ziying continued: "Actually, I haven't thought about the 18 kinds of torture. What do you think is good? The level of dismemberment is almost the same."

Isn't it five horses?

Xia Yu thought carefully, analyzed carefully, and came to a conclusion.

Damn, it's so ruthless!

Is this a threat? How should I answer this topic?

When Xia Yu was in trouble, Wen Ziying changed her words again:

"Of course the reality cannot be like this. The awakening ability is just a woman's dream. She has no ability, and the other party has never appeared again. She can only spend this life alone. When she died, there was no one around her. It was decomposed for half a month before being discovered by thieves."

Suddenly from bloody to depressing.

Xia Yu was more surprised by the ending of dying alone than the sudden change in painting style.

After being silent for a while, Xia Yu asked, "Then how will the plot develop?"

"Well, how about just writing about a man approaching a woman with his real body, slowly building up his favorability like ordinary dating, and then confessing?" Wen Ziying pinched her fingers, looking a little uneasy.

Xia Yu calmed down completely. He looked at Wen Ziying: "How close?"

Wen Ziying lowered her head: "For example, encounter in the garden?"

"Then do you want to go to the backyard?" Xia Yu held out his hand.

Wen Ziying grabbed Xia Yu's hand.

...

Half an hour later, the bedroom.

"Well, I clearly said that I want to take it slowly like ordinary love!"