Quick Transmigration: Let Me Tell You, I'm a Social Anxiety Person

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Wen Ying looked up, water droplets still falling into her eyes through the gap. She shook her head and blinked casually, then turned her head to look at the narrow ventilation window. The building opposite was brightly lit.

She concluded that it was probably a partial power outage, but she remained quite calm. After all, she was neither afraid of the dark nor believed in ghosts and spirits from horror stories. Her immediate priority was to rinse the foam off her head.

However, when she reached for the faucet, the stainless steel spout gurgled for a while, but not a single drop of water came out. Wen Ying was a little stunned; she hadn't expected the power outage to be accompanied by a water outage. Was she really that unlucky?

There was a moon tonight, and she could see roughly inside the room through the window. She wrapped herself in a bath towel and went outside to try out the light switches one by one. Without exception, all the light bulbs were quietly turned off, without any response.

Wen Ying carefully avoided the dripping water stains, walked to the bedside, and picked up her phone.

The charger, with its 3% red indicator light flashing, lay half-plugged on the bed, a testament to the owner's carelessness upon returning home. The idea of ​​ordering bottled water delivery vanished, and Wen Ying was once again certain that tonight was going to be quite unlucky.

She hadn't been this lucky recently. She smoothed her hair and muttered to herself as she got up. Who stole her good fortune, leaving her luck so evenly balanced?

Two minutes later, there was a knock on the door across the street.

Liang Muqi stepped out the door, his black hair dripping wet, water droplets running down his neck and into his black tank top. He was wearing pajamas and slippers this time, and was holding a white dry towel, preparing to dry his hair.

But when Wen Ying appeared in front of him, Liang Muxi stopped and draped the towel over his shoulder.

"What's wrong?" Liang Muqi glanced across the street as he spoke. The door was closed, and the key was hanging in Wen Ying's hand.

Wen Ying was still holding her dead phone and charger in her arms. She had left in a bit of a hurry, but she didn't forget to put her clothes on properly and wrapped a towel around her head, which was still covered by the soap.

"The power suddenly went out at home." Wen Ying touched the surface of the already damp bath towel and explained simply, "The water is also out. Could I borrow your bathroom for a moment? I don't want to take a shower, just rinse my hair."

To be honest, she was a little uneasy. Putting aside whether she and Liang Muxi were familiar with each other, even if they were familiar before, they hadn't seen each other for quite some time, and the percentage of familiarity would most likely have decreased over time.

Moreover, he stood at the door for so long without answering, and Wen Ying couldn't help but wonder if he was secretly complaining about her lack of boundaries.

"Uh, sorry to bother you, I'll go first..."

Liang Muqi turned to the side: "Come in."

He released the doorknob and made way for her. Wen Ying didn't finish her sentence before following him into the house, stepping onto a cartoon cat floor mat with the words "Safe Travels" printed on it.

"The bathroom is over there." Liang Muqi pointed towards the glass door and turned on the entryway light. "You can just walk in wearing slippers."

"Oh... thank you," Wen Ying said.

She stepped forward, passing through the living room, politely instructing herself to control her eyes and not look around. Liang Muqi was still standing by the door when she heard a hesitant voice behind her: "The house is a bit messy."

He paused for a moment, then added, "I haven't had time to tidy it up lately."

Wen Ying turned around and glanced at him. For some reason, she felt that there was an underlying meaning to his words.

It seems to be saying that the house wasn't always like this. Liang Muxi has always been hardworking and able to keep the house clean and tidy.

He had been busy lately and forgot to clean up the corners of his life. He never expected that when he opened the door in the middle of the night, he would be met with an uninvited guest.

The uninvited guest scratched her head, feeling that her hair had been wrapped up for too long and was starting to feel uncomfortable. She pushed open the bathroom door and blinked in the steam that hit her face: "Well, it's not that messy, actually. It's fine."

Stepping out of the steamy bathroom once again, my body, which had been enveloped in sweltering heat, felt cool. It was as if the air conditioner in the living room had been turned on, and a fragrance wafted through the cooled air.

Wen Ying turned her head and saw a figure standing in the kitchen, Liang Muqi was actually cooking.

Surprisingly, Wen Ying repeated to herself. It was already surprising enough that Liang Muqi had placed a shampoo in the bathroom that wasn't a three-in-one shampoo with a sports function, but now, so late at night, he was actually cooking.

The towel was still draped over his shoulder, but his vest had been replaced with a T-shirt. Wen Ying's gaze followed the protruding shoulder blade down and noticed that he was wearing an apron around his waist.

No wonder he was so concerned about the tidiness of the room when he opened the door; he's truly a person who values ​​life.

As she was lost in thought, the kitchen sliding door opened, and Liang Muqi came out carrying a steaming bowl, placing it on the dining table.

"Your phone is here, I've already plugged it in. The hairdryer is behind the bathroom mirror; that door can be opened, it's hot inside, you can take it outside to dry your hair." Liang Muqi finally draped the towel over the back of the chair, resting her hands on the table, and said, "Would you like me to get you a bowl too?"

Wen Ying didn't know if he was being genuinely polite or just pretending, and only wanted to finish drying her hair quickly: "No need, I've already eaten."

She went back to the bathroom, took out the hair dryer, plugged it into the power strip not far from the dining table, and before turning it on, said again, "The food you ate at the restaurant where you worked part-time was barbecue."

"I know."

"You know?" Wen Ying asked casually.

"Yeah, I saw it."

Upon hearing this, Wen Ying raised her hand and then lowered it, looking at Liang Muqi with some confusion as he picked up the noodles. "But why don't I see you?"

“I’m inside the store, I haven’t come out,” Liang Muqi said calmly, her expression also composed. “Last time you saw me come to pay, you hid. When you met me, you seemed a little embarrassed.”