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

Wen Ying loosened her grip on the clothes she was about to take out, and casually tidied the hair behind her ear.

“Well, actually this coat isn’t much cleaner. I was going to take it to the dry cleaners, but I didn’t have time,” she said.

"No need for dry cleaning," Ikeno said softly. "Just give it to me directly."

Suddenly, the system's phrase "leave your body heat on your coat" popped into Wen Ying's mind, and the action of twirling her hair turned into rubbing her ears with her fingers.

...It's hot.

She barely wanted to speak, but Ikeno hesitated to start the engine, as if he was determined to get the answer out of her today. So she had no choice but to tell him her destination herself.

“Let’s go to your house,” Wen Ying said. “Let’s go see how the house I helped design is coming along.”

Ikeno-ya is about a 20-minute drive from the hotel, passing by a school.

At that moment, the light was red, and at the crossroads, the school gate was faintly visible.

Wen Ying felt the people next to her frequently casting glances at her, as if they suspected that she was about to change her mind and suggest getting off the bus here to return to school.

The light turned green, and she gripped the edge of the seatbelt, giving Ikeno a reassuring smile.

My gaze swept over the hand gripping the steering wheel; Chi Ye was holding it very tightly, the veins on his arm bulging.

Strangely, Wen Ying actually felt that he might be nervous.

The instant she sensed the other person's emotions, almost simultaneously, her heart was also affected; the sound of its beating vibrated her eardrums, and she felt her ear tips burning.

What's with this kid pretending to be innocent?

The system was bewildered by the rapidly rising favorability rating: [It's already over 80! When did he secretly give you an SVIP accelerator?]

Wen Ying slumped into her seat, her eyes vacant, thinking about something else: [When we get to Chi Ye's house later, will you be able to turn him into a pushover? I'm feeling short of breath; I think my social anxiety is about to kick in.]

[You've really never been in a relationship.] (System, looking rather weary, lights a cigarette.jpg)

He then immediately rejected Wen Ying's attempt to use connections and retreated back into the depths of his consciousness.

"arrive."

The sound of the car door opening echoed in the empty underground parking lot, and Wen Ying felt her legs go weak.

Ikeno walked beside her, his pace slow and deliberate. Whenever they walked together, he would slow down to match her rhythm.

Pressing the elevator button, swiping the card to go upstairs, the movements were so light they didn't seem like they were going home, more like a thief who hadn't done their homework.

Chi Ye's apartment building has one unit per floor. When the elevator door opened, he went up to enter the password, and Wen Ying stood next to him, clearly seeing the eight-digit password.

She followed them into the entryway, and her heart skipped a beat as the door closed.

"This is my first time visiting someone else's home..." she said, her tone somewhat awkward.

Ikeno bent down to get her slippers: "This is the first time I've invited someone."

His voice was much more natural. He looked down at the person as they put on their shoes and asked, "Do they fit?"

"It's suitable." Wen Ying nodded repeatedly; the rabbit design on the slippers was quite cute.

“I think it’s suitable too.” Ikeno’s expression revealed satisfaction as he looked at the slippers several times.

Wen Ying was so stunned by what she saw that she couldn't even walk properly.

It took five minutes to change her shoes, and then Wen Ying was shown around the room by Chi Ye.

While looking at the lamp, he explained, "This is a crystal chandelier."

Ikeno pointed to the ceiling of the living room.

"This is the bedroom ceiling light." He opened the bedroom door and turned to look at Wen Ying. "You chose it."

Wen Yingxin said, "Of course I know. It's only been a day."

"This is the rug you like."

Stepping on the soft surface, Ikeno stopped beside a large bed in the center of the room.

"This is the bed you're afraid you'll fall off."

Wen Ying watched silently, finally understanding why Chi Ye was so certain that he would never fall off this bed.

Because it is really... too big.

The bedroom is several times larger than a typical room, and this bed takes up two-thirds of the room.

Images of numerous domineering CEO novels that the system had read to her to help her adapt quickly flashed through her mind. The male protagonist would lock his beloved wife in bed for many days, preventing her from getting out of bed or leaving the room.

Wen Ying's imagination was extremely limited at the time, and she couldn't imagine that scene at all.

It wasn't until this moment that I truly felt it was real.

"Do you like it now?" Chino asked again in her ear.

"It's... alright." Wen Ying swallowed, and before her cheeks flushed, she walked out of the bedroom. "I want to visit other places."

There's really nothing else to see.

Ikeno's house is designed to be very open and airy, with the kitchen and dining room connected together, making it easy to see into the living room.

There is only one bedroom in the house, and the door to the study is open, connecting to a not-so-spacious balcony.

Wen Ying noticed several empty flowerpots piled up on the edge of the balcony: "Have you ever grown flowers?"

Ikeno nodded.

Wen Ying asked him, "Where are the flowers?"

He said, "I couldn't raise them." His tone sounded somewhat dejected.

"It's okay, I'm not very good at growing plants either." Wen Ying wanted to pat his shoulder, but couldn't reach it, so she patted his arm instead. "Next time you can try growing some other plants."

For example, succulents and cacti don't require much care.

Ikeno hummed in agreement, and the gloom on his face vanished.

After wandering around for a while, I finally returned to the sofa in the living room.

Wen Ying sat down, and Chi Ye brought her strawberry milk.

She had just peeked at him opening the refrigerator door; Ikeno's refrigerator was full of strawberry milk.

Wen Ying bit her straw, looked up at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling, and glanced down at the slippers on her feet.

Everything in this house was carefully arranged according to her preferences.

The strawberry milk was prepared for her, as were the shoes and the rug. Just now on the balcony, she casually mentioned that a hanging chair would be perfect for the study, and Chi Ye was looking at product pictures next to her at that moment.

The other party cared about her feelings and needs; the home seemed to have been specially built to await her arrival.

Despite the talk of a dark room, Wen Ying felt that this place was actually quite bright.

"Want to watch it together?" Ikeno invited from beside him.

How could Wen Ying refuse? She immediately put the empty cardboard box into the trash can.

She moved closer to Ikeno, so that it would be easier to see him from that angle.

“I think you’ll like this.” Ikeno’s fingertip hovered over a spot on the screen, waiting for her reaction.

Wen Ying glanced at the picture and confirmed that the hanging chair in the picture was indeed the style she liked.

She asked, "And what about you?"

What kind of person do you like?

If he always caters to her ideas and aesthetics, then what about Ikeno himself? Does he have anything he wants?

What does he hope to gain?

Ikeno turned his head to the side, his eyes fixed on her.

The light, along with the girl's profile, was reflected in her pupils, and the answer was obvious.