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

The words she had said to Liang Muxi not long ago were spoken by Liang Muxi and returned to her.

The roles were reversed, but the scene remained the same: they embraced, chest to chest, heart to heart.

"I promise you." Wen Ying's eyelashes fluttered slightly as she patted Liang Muqi's back. "Liang Muqi can't get hurt in the future either."

Liang Muqi also said, "I promise you." But his arms were still wrapped around her, as if he was reluctant to let go.

Wen Ying let him hold her for a while until she heard footsteps in the stairwell and people who went out for a walk after dinner gradually returned home. Only then did she step out of his arms.

“Go take a shower, then come to the kitchen and find me. We’ll cook together.” Wen Ying held his hand and said, “If you look at me, I won’t get hurt again.”

Liang Muqi did as he was told, soaked himself, and returned to Wen Ying's side.

There was a chair in the kitchen. Wen Ying asked Liang Muxi to sit on it, but he didn't sit down. Instead, he stood next to Wen Ying and watched her actions with great interest.

"Doesn't it hurt to stand up with your tail standing up?" Wen Ying thought he was still worried about cutting his hand with the knife, so she said to him, "I'm cutting very slowly now."

“Hmm…” Liang Muqi pondered for a second, “It doesn’t hurt.”

His gaze shifted to her hand, fixed on the band-aid, and he said again, "Together."

"You want to help, right?" Wen Ying said, picking up a plate, rinsing it in the sink, and putting the chopped vegetables in it. "Let me think, is there anything you can do for me?"

Liang Muqi watched her turn the tap on and off, nodded, then shook her head, and still said, "Together."

“Okay, not help, let’s do it together.” Wen Ying smiled and pointed to the cutting board in front of her. “Then take this over and wash it. Use the yellow sponge on the shelf to scrub it clean.”

"Okay—" Liang Muqi drawled, and although he was wearing short sleeves, he still rolled up his sleeves, moved to the sink, and followed the steps Wen Ying had just taken, turned on the switch, and picked up the sponge next to him.

Wen Ying turned to look at him and said, just like she always did when praising him, "You're really amazing."

Liang Muqi looked up shyly, glanced at her, then looked away and humbly lowered her head: "No."

Just a second before the range hood was turned on and started making a rumbling sound, Wen Ying heard him call her name softly again, and then say, "Even more powerful."

Liang Muqi, now a little fish, seems to have a natural admiration for the person who taught him so much. Every time Wen Ying brings out a dish, he exclaims "Wow!"

Wen Ying felt that if Liang Muxi could speak in complete sentences at this moment, he would definitely use all the words he had learned to praise her to the skies.

In reality, she had only cooked a few home-style dishes and had not suddenly been possessed by a five-star chef.

They sat down to eat together. Having learned from the experience at noon, Liang Muqi was now quite skilled at using chopsticks and had mastered table manners, serving Wen Ying food several times.

After finishing the meal, he volunteered to wash the dishes. Although Liang Muxi often stayed in the bathtub and didn't mind getting wet, he glanced at the apron with a hint of anticipation. Wen Ying then took off the apron and walked up to him.

Liang Muqi raised his arm, and Wen Ying bent down and tied a bow behind his waist.

She looked up, and Liang Muqi was also looking down at her. Under the warm kitchen light, Liang Muqi's eyes and brows looked exceptionally gentle.

Wen Ying stroked his cheek, and Liang Muqi smiled, turning his head to touch her fingertip with his lips. Wen Ying smiled too, and suddenly felt a sense of peace in her heart.

This moment is far removed from the past and also very far from the future.

At this moment, it was pitch black outside, but warm light flowed inside. The summer rain had long since stopped, and Wenying was moored on her shore, becoming one of the thousands of lights on this land.

Wen Ying stood behind Liang Muqi and watched for a while. After confirming that he wouldn't suddenly break the bowl and cut his hand, she went to the balcony to find a mop.

During the installation in the afternoon, many people walked around the room, and even though they wore shoe covers, they still left footprints.

Wen Ying thought about how someone in her family had developed a habit of flying things around on the floor, and decided that she should do a thorough cleaning tonight, and preferably disinfect the area.

After she finished mopping the living room floor, Liang Muqi washed the dishes and came to her side to wait for the next instructions.

Wen Ying looked at his fish tail: "It's already difficult enough to bend over while washing dishes, if you were to wipe the floor, you would definitely keep slipping, right?"

Liang Muqi looked at his own tail, and Wen Ying took his hand and led him back to the bathroom.

Wen Ying put the clothes she had borrowed from Liang Muxi into a basin full of water and taught him how to wash them.

"Use both hands to rub it like this, to remove all the dust, understand?" Wen Ying demonstrated to him, and instructed, "Make sure it's clean and smells nice."

Liang Muqi nodded calmly and put his hand into the basin of water.

Wen Ying took the mop to Liang Muxi's bedroom. The shirt that had fallen on the floor that afternoon had been placed at the foot of the bed, but she still picked it up, went back to the bathroom, and handed it to Liang Muxi.

Liang Muqi turned his head, his hands covered in bubbles. Wen Ying told him, "This garment also needs to be washed; I've already worn it once."

Liang Muqi leaned closer and sniffed it, her eyes filled with confusion: "It smells nice."

“Wash it again, and it will smell even better,” Wen Ying said.

Liang Muqi looked at the foam in her hand, then at the shirt, and shook her head: "It's different."

"Isn't it the same?" The smell of laundry detergent wafted from the bathroom. Wen Ying unfolded her shirt. "The laundry detergent I use is the same brand as yours."

Liang Muqi still insisted that it was "different," which puzzled Wen Ying, who asked him what exactly was different.

Liang Muqi suddenly leaned closer, his wet hand hanging to one side, his head pressed against the collar of Wen Ying's shirt.

Wen Ying paused for a moment, but did not back away. Liang Muqi sniffed at her collar.

"It smells nice." Liang Muqi looked up at her, his gaze very direct, and called her name again, "Wen Ying."

The person whose name was called stared at him silently. After a moment, Wen Ying turned his head away, his hair falling down to cover his flushed cheeks.

When she turned back, Liang Muqi had already looked away and was facing the basin of water again. Wen Ying saw him lowering his head and using the water droplets on his hands to cool his ears.

She chuckled softly, and Liang Muqi lowered her head even further, but still insisted, "It smells good."

“Okay, it smells nice.” Wen Ying wiped the bubbles off his earlobe. “But I still need to wash it again. I didn’t bring many clothes, and I need to wear the shirt after it dries.”

Liang Muqi reluctantly put the shirt into the basin of water.

The two of them worked together to clean the house. Around ten o'clock, Liang Muqi was arranged to study words and phrases at the bathroom door, while Wen Ying went in to take a shower.

She changed the water in the bathtub, opened the door, told Liang Muxi that he could go back to sleep, went into the bedroom, and prepared to find a thick coat in the closet before returning to the bathroom to continue keeping him company.

Liang Muqi followed her in. When Wen Ying turned around, he was already sitting on the floor by the bed, looking up at her.

"I'll go back to keep you company after I get my clothes." Wen Ying said as she continued to open the wardrobe, looking at the clothes inside. "Liang Muqi, why do you wear the same few colors all year round?"

Liang Muqi behind her hummed in confusion and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing much, I was just a little curious about what you would look like in bright-colored clothes."

“Bright color.” Liang Muqi’s fishtail slowly slid over and touched Wen Ying’s calf.

"It's just a more saturated color, but you probably won't like it." Wen Ying glanced down, "After all, the tails you conjure are always so understated..."

Liang Muqi's tail tip twitched. The bedroom light shone on the scales, reflecting a soft light, which reminded Wen Ying of the glitter at the corners of her eyes when applying makeup.

“Well, it’s not exactly understated.” She laughed, continuing to rummage through the wardrobe as she spoke. “The color of the scales is quite beautiful.”

“Beautiful,” Liang Muxi repeated.

Wen Ying nodded: "The fish tail is very beautiful."

Another compliment followed, and the fishtail swayed even more, Liang Muqi raising the corners of her lips.

But halfway up, he suddenly stopped, as if he realized that his undisguised smile carried a hint of pride, smugness, and even a hint of showing off.

The literacy software said that this was not a particularly good quality and could very well be annoying. Liang Muqi frowned, pursed her lips, and pressed the corners of her mouth down.

But the corners of his mouth curved downwards, and the dimples that Wen Ying loved to stare at were hidden again.

Liang Muqi couldn't have the best of both worlds. He practiced while agonizing for a long time. It took him a while to realize that Wen Ying was facing away from him and therefore couldn't see his face.

The fish tail slowly rose and wrapped around Wen Ying's waist.

Wen Ying was turned around by him, still holding a piece of clothing in her hand, and looked at the person in front of her blankly: "What's wrong?"

The next second, she felt her body suspended in mid-air, her feet leaving the ground. Liang Muqi seemed to have suddenly mastered the correct way to use his fish tail and picked her up.

Wen Ying saw that smiling face getting closer and closer to her. Just as it was about to reach Liang Muqi's arms, the fish tail turned around and put her on the bed.

Wen Ying sat down in a daze, then was urged to lie down. Yuwei let go of her and replaced her with Liang Muxi's hand, who covered her with the blanket from bottom to top.

The thick coat was tossed next to the pillow. Liang Muqi pulled the blanket up to above Wen Ying's collarbone and patted it gently with his palm.

"Is this... to lull me to sleep?" Wen Ying turned over and rested her head on the pillow.

"Go to sleep," Liang Muqi said, maintaining her perfect smile that revealed her dimples, looking at Wen Ying, and patting the blanket with a rhythmic motion.

Wen Ying gently touched the back of his hand with her fingertips, then asked, "What will you do if I fall asleep?"

"The bathtub." Liang Muqi still smiled and pulled the blanket back up.

"What if Liang Muxi feels lonely when she goes back to the bathtub by herself?" Wen Ying laughed. "I was just about to go back with you after I got my clothes."

Liang Muqi hummed in response, then rolled up the thick coat with her fishtail and tossed it into the closet.

He moved closer to Wen Ying, tilting his head and resting his chin on the edge of the bed: "Autumn."

“Yes, it’s autumn now,” Wen Ying said, raising her hand to touch his eyebrows and the corner of his eye. “So, you think it’s too cold in the bathroom, and you’re afraid I’ll get sick.”

Liang Muqi grabbed her wrist, touched the band-aid with his lips, and hid her hand under the blanket.

“Actually, it’s not that cold yet, and I’m in good health.” Wen Ying said, trying to sit up, but Liang Muqi’s action of pressing her back onto the bed was firm and left no room for refusal.

Wen Ying had no choice but to lie back down and repeatedly reminded him to remember to get wet when he got back, to be careful not to fall, and to go to bed on time.

With each sentence Liang Muqi spoke, he responded with an "Mmm..." Wen Ying couldn't help but laugh: "Your 'Mmm' sounds so hypnotic, like a lullaby."

Liang Muxi knew what a lullaby was; he had learned the meaning of the word that afternoon.

He continued to pat the blanket gently and rhythmically. After looking at Wen Ying for a while, he spoke a little shyly, determined to really sing for her.

But in fact, he had never heard of that song before, and he didn't remember any of the lyrics.

Therefore, the lullaby tune was made up randomly, and what Wen Ying heard was just a collection of words that Liang Muxi had learned, pieced together in a scattered and incoherent way.

Wen Ying ranked first, liking ranked second, and intimacy ranked third. Liang Muqi said to her, "Hug, fragrance, tail, bathtub..."

Liang Muxi's voice gradually softened, and as Wen Ying listened, she closed her eyes and unknowingly fell asleep.

When she woke up again, it was already bright daylight. Wen Ying hadn't slept so soundly in a long time, and she hadn't had a single dream.

Liang Muxi's hand was still on the quilt, but she didn't take any more pictures.

Wen Ying was about to ask him how many times he had been showered last night and whether he had slept when she turned her face away. Just as she met Liang Muqi's gaze, he suddenly turned his head away and stopped looking at her.

"What's wrong?" Wen Ying asked, puzzled. She propped herself up on the pillow and sat up. Liang Muqi followed her movements, quickly turning his body around so that his back was to her.

Wen Ying reflected for a moment: "Did I scare you by talking in my sleep?"

The figure shook his head. Wen Ying was completely puzzled. She looked at him, preparing to get out of bed to find out what was going on.

Liang Muqi suddenly lowered his voice and called out, "Wen Ying..."

His tone carried a hint of confusion and embarrassment.

Wen Ying stopped what she was doing, put her hand on his shoulder, and said, "It's okay," to comfort him.

She pinched the back of Liang Muxi's neck and continued, "What happened? Turn around and let me see your face." Liang Muxi reluctantly raised his hand and took her fingers.

“The tail.” Liang Muqi turned her head, mustered her courage but still whispered, “It’s gone.”

"..." Wen Ying exclaimed.

Liang Muqi turned her body around, and for a moment, Wen Ying wanted to cover her eyes, but for some reason, her body suddenly froze.

Fortunately, the situation was relatively civilized. Liang Muxi was farsighted and pulled out the coat that he had cruelly abandoned deep in the closet and covered his legs with it.

Wen Ying silently looked away. Liang Muqi was looking at her helplessly, her ears turning red.

His eyes were a little red too. Wen Ying cleared her throat and comforted him, "Hmm...it's okay, it's just a small change. I'll teach you how to put on your pants later."

Liang Muqi was still looking at her when Wen Ying found her voice and continued, "Becoming legs is also a good thing. You can walk like me now."

Liang Muqi shook her head, the corners of her mouth turning down, looking somewhat sad: "It doesn't look good."

Wen Ying didn't expect him to say that: "How is it not good-looking?"

"Oh no." Liang Muqi was still heartbroken. After a moment, she buried her head in her arms. "Wen Ying..."

"Hmm?" Wen Ying asked.

"Wen Ying." Liang Muqi called her name again, his tone hesitant and sad, "No, touch."