Tim realized the seriousness of the problem - the "like" in Wen's mouth and the "like" in his mouth cannot have the same meaning.

He was very reluctant to imagine what Wen had made in just a few seconds, but at this time the disadvantages brought by a smart enough brain were highlighted. Even if Tim forced himself to not diverge into the details, he still knew exactly what Wen might do.

...Do you have to care?

Or at least a reminder?

But what position should he take to care and remind him! No matter what Wen wants to do, it has nothing to do with him!

The friendship with Connor made Tim hesitate for a moment, and Dick is indeed a gentle and tolerant brother who is most of the time. Seeing that these two people were about to be cheated because of Wen, it seemed a little unbearable to him just look like this...

But Tim recalled the look at Wen closing the door.

There seemed to be a meteor winding down in her eyes, and there was a sense of urgency in the beauty, like a thorn in the fire and an ice cone.

This seemed to be the first time - indeed, Tim undoubtedly realized that Wen was a girl, not a little lunatic who didn't care about her gender.

Of course, he knew that Wen was "sister", but he often put the definition of this sister on Barbara, and there was no similarity between gentle Barbara in terms of personality or anything else.

These two people don't even look the same style: Barbara is a typical blonde beauty, Wen, her appearance is actually quite gloomy. At any time, as long as she doesn't laugh, there will be a sense of exquisiteness in her eyebrows and eyes - but she does laugh often, at least smiling, so she is so gloomy that it is not exposed.

Tim finally decided not to care about anything.

It’s not that he doesn’t have a sense of responsibility or a partner with Connor, and his brotherhood with Dick is not deep enough, but that he clearly recognizes a reality that he has no ability to care about.

After all, this kind of thing is not a task to save people, and there is no need to deal with the villain. This matter is strictly considered an emotional entanglement, and Tim himself hasn't even had a serious relationship.

He believed that he was useless and helpless in this regard.

Besides, Wen didn't really do anything. Even if he had plans, he had to wait until Wen really did something before talking about it?

Tim successfully convinced himself to stay out of the matter, and he breathed a sigh of relief. Although he would inevitably feel a little guilty, this guilt was not worth mentioning at all. The Shura field or something had nothing to do with him, and absolutely nothing to do with him.

Wen was not worried at all if Tim could see if she was having bad ideas or if she would do anything because of her bad ideas.

She walked through the corridor with her stroked the wall, and was inexplicably addicted to the smooth and cool touch of the wall.

This addiction came for no reason, but Wen couldn't remember whether she had walked slowly while stroking the wall like this in the past. Is there any? No? She didn't have many specific memories of similar details. Some of her almost all have residual "impressions", such as the remaining things that fell after waking up from a dream.

And now she almost mistakenly thought she was dreaming.

But she could still tell that this was not a dream, and she was still awake. But then again, how could she dare to believe her senses rashly? Her senses might be wrong. Maybe she is just trapped in some kind of hallucination now, and after all, she took medicine, so she is not completely uncontrollable about her situation.

This should be the fact, Wen Xiang.

She was immersed in this dream or hallucination because she didn't feel panic because she had not completely lost her ability to control herself.

Even if she can't control herself, she won't panic. This is Wayne's main house, and the base camp of the Bat Family is hidden somewhere nearby. If something happens here, Bats and the others will take a shower and go to bed as soon as possible, and they will be superheroes.

Wen walked into her room caressing the wall, but what she saw was not her bedroom at all. She saw Wendy's bedroom, and even Wendy.

Wen suddenly realized: what she saw now was originally the scene she should have seen in her dream.

This is Wendy's memory and past, and perhaps the memory and past of himself who was once called "friend" by Wendy.

Wen didn't know much about how much she had intervened in Wendy's various choices and how deep she was in Wendy's intervening, but she didn't intend to delve into it, just leaning against the wall with interest, looking at Wendy who was massaged on the cheeks in front of the dressing table.

It was late at night, and Wen had such intuition.

It is also because Wendy wore a crimson velvet suspender dress, which Wendy usually only wore when she fell asleep.

It is to be admitted that Wendy's effect in this way is quite excellent, especially when her long, straight and dark hair, like ebony, drooped on her thin shoulders, the soft ends fell sporadically around her collarbone, making the small shadow look deeper.

This suspender skirt is not exposed, and even uses a very soft small round neck instead of a deep V neck. In addition to the arms, Wendy also exposed so much skin above her chest.

However, she could pick it with just a small piece of skin, which made the bystanders feel confused.

Wen said this not because she was teased as a bystander, but because she could see another person from the corner of the mirror.

——Dick is standing at the door.

Wendy continued to massage her cheeks indifferently.

Wen smelled the aroma from the tip of his nose, with a slightly spicy aroma, such as citrus or mint... But after spicy, a hint of sweetness oozed out, which really suited Wendy's feelings.

Dick didn't take the initiative to speak, and Wendy ignored him at all.

Wen inexplicably knew - that it was known that this state had lasted for several years.

Dick repeatedly wanted to explain to Wendy, wanting to apologize or seek forgiveness, but Wendy never paid attention. Even if Bruce is present, Wendy will not give Dick a good face. She completely ignored her elder brother, and Bruce... Well, it is worthy of being Bruce. If Wendy is present, he will try to minimize communication with Dick.

"You are too good at cold violence." Wen leaned against the wall and said, "No, sister, cold violence is not advisable. It will be beneficial to torture others and yourself like you!"

Wendy didn't know if she heard it. She slowly wiped her cheeks, squeezed some lotion in her hands again, turned her head in front of the mirror, and began to massage her slender neck.

Under the dim light, her skin was wet with lotion, and the wet areas were slowly pushed away with her fingers.

The moisture and reflection brought by the lotion are not strong, unlike oil, which is so bright that some people may feel a little numb in the light. This moisture feels like after just taking a shower, the water vapor on the skin has not been wiped clean. Just looking at it can make people realize the warmth with a shallow moisture...

In order to allow himself to see clearly in the mirror from the angle of his chin, Wendy's eyes narrowed.

Did she use this position to pay attention to a figure in the corner of the mirror through the corner of her eyes?

This is really confusing.

So, the person who was provocative and thoughtful, moved his body gently.

temperature:"……"

For a moment, she had thousands of words in her heart, but she couldn't even say a word.

She saw the two of them stalemate, and when Wendy finished the massage, Dick disappeared quietly from the door, making Wen very boring: she wanted to see a more explosive situation, and there was nothing to see about this ordinary cold violence and anger.

Wendy turned off the light.

But she did not go to bed, but sat quietly in front of the window for a while. She seemed to be waiting, but seemed to be just in a daze. After a few minutes, she stood up quietly, took out a piece of white drooping snow gauze from the closet and put it on, then pushed open the door, stroked the wall and walked quietly towards the end of the corridor.

She sat on the windowsill at the end of the corridor and opened the window. The breeze blew the outside and rolled gently, like white foam on the sea waves.

A little familiar, Wen Xiang, it seems that she has done this herself.

Wendy looked out the window quietly. After a few seconds or minutes, another door opened, and Wendy stood up and quietly slid into the room.

"Wendy?" someone said late at night.

But Wendy didn't speak.

Someone groaned, and then remembered the sound of heavy objects smashing into the soft fabric. Wendy's fingers flashed over the heavy wooden door, and then the door closed, hiding everything that happened behind the door in this quiet late night.

Wen thought outside the door for a long time and finally figured out the general story.

...So you and Dick had a pure relationship when they were young, and after they broke up unilaterally and violently, they were cold and violent, while quietly using each other in the middle of the night.

Damn, Wendy, it's worthy of being you.

Then she heard someone say, "Wen?"

Dick looked at Wen, who was standing at the door in confusion, wondering why she was leaning against the wall in a daze. Could it be that she had something to look for him? But if you want to find her, just knock on the door. Why did Wen just lean against the door and do nothing?

Wen found himself standing outside Dick's bedroom.

She also found that she could not find anything to say.

"Dick." She asked, "Can I come in?"

"Of course," Dick replied happily. He retreated to the room and moved out of the way. Wen walked into the room lightly with his body before he could completely stay away. Such a familiar and neat attitude made Dick stunned.

But Wen did not walk in, but stood at the door of the room, pondering something on his own.

"What's wrong with you?" Dick said with a smile. "Do you want to discuss with me when to go out? Or are there any places you want to go?"

Wen said: "I heard some rumors about you."

"What rumor?"

"I heard you are the kind of person who is easily hooked and attracted to your hands." Wen replied seriously, "Do you understand what I mean? It's a bit like Mr. Wayne."

Dick was stunned: "..."

"So suddenly I had an idea, if I was discovered at a very young age and brought home, and then you and I, childhood sweethearts, I like you, you like me," Wen said, "Do you think we will be together?"

Dick is still unclear, but this question is much better than the previous one.

He said: "I don't know, either, it's a bit unimaginable."

"Then try to think about it."

Dick had to start thinking hard. He thought about it and said with a certain attitude: "Even if we are together, we will definitely break up."

"So you will?"

"So...we may really be together for a while. Some people may think that if the relationship is destined to be broken, it's better not to be together, but that's not my style - and if you're going to be with other people, it's better to be with me."

Wen curled his lips: "Don't the fat water flow to outsiders' fields?"

"What are you saying," Dick corrected seriously, "because I will certainly protect you and respect you in particular, you are so much younger than me."

Another Dick really tried to do the right thing.

Unfortunately, what Wendy longed for was that he made a mistake.

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 grapefruit;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 morning mist;
Chapter completed!