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

"Hmm..." Wen Ying pondered for a moment. These past two days, she had indeed been touching the scales on the fish's tail whenever she had nothing to do.

This physical contact has become an effective way for her and Liang Muxi to relieve anxiety and comfort each other.

The fish tail was covered with a layer of scales, which reminded Wen Ying of the skirt she wore when performing on stage. It felt hard and smooth to the touch, unlike her legs which were actually warm to the touch.

Body temperature... Wen Ying lowered her head and touched Liang Muxi's body. Apart from the reddened ear tips, the rest of the touch was the same as always, without any temperature.

The fish tail turned into legs, but Liang Muqi did not transform back into a human from a mermaid.

Wen Ying pulled his face out of her arms, and Liang Muqi's expression towards her was no different from last night.

There was just a bit of sadness, as if she really felt disgusted by the legs that had suddenly grown out and that she couldn't touch.

"I don't think it looks bad, and I don't not want to touch it." Wen Ying lifted the corners of his mouth, but couldn't help laughing halfway through her sentence.

Liang Muqi was still looking at her, his lips were pouting and his eyelashes were wet. Wen Ying stopped laughing and said to him in a serious tone, "Put your pants on before you touch them, otherwise you and I will both feel embarrassed."

Liang Muqi seemed to understand but not quite: "Intimacy."

“This can’t be simply described as intimate, you know?” Wen Ying glanced at his legs, then looked at the ceiling, and sighed. “I just don’t want to be seen as a pervert.”

Liang Muqi didn't quite understand the meaning of Wen Ying's last sentence. Wen Ying was facing the wall in reflection, and he also looked up at the ceiling for a while.

During this time, Liang Muqi pulled Wen Ying's hand to the top of his head, and Wen Ying stroked his hair. Liang Muqi was easily coaxed and decided to learn how to put on pants.

Wen Ying searched online for a long time and finally found a tutorial video on how to put on pants. She let Liang Muqi watch it herself while she went out to brush her teeth and wash her face.

Sure enough, there were signs of repeated entry and exit in the bathtub. Liang Muqi lost a few scales, which were stacked together and placed on the floor next to the trash can. It is estimated that the person in question had not yet decided whether to throw them away.

Wen Ying picked up a piece and found that the edges were neat, so it was most likely that it had fallen off naturally.

The window was half-open for ventilation; it was a sunny day. Wen Ying moved the scales to the windowsill.

She went back to brush her teeth, and halfway through, Liang Muxi appeared in front of the bathroom door, bent one long leg, leaned against the wall, and looked at her in the mirror.

Wen Ying spat out the foam from her mouth: "You've already learned to walk?"

Liang Muxi remained silent, while Wen Ying looked at the mirror with a puzzled expression.

Their eyes met for a few seconds, then Liang Muqi slightly raised his chin and said in a flat tone, "Wen Ying."

“…Why are you striking that cool pose, Liang Muqi?” Wen Ying reached for a tissue, wiped her face, and turned around to look him up and down.

I changed my top last night; it's a very simple white T-shirt with almost no extra patterns.

Liang Muqi is the kind of person who can buy several of the same clothes and wear them in rotation. Her wardrobe is either full of sportswear or windbreakers. Wen Ying remembers that she searched for a long time but couldn't find many clothes that were even remotely fancy or fashionable.

As for the pants he was wearing... Wen Ying looked down and realized that they weren't the ones she had given him. The ones she had placed on the bed were just one of the various gray sweatpants, black sweatpants, and school pants.

And now, Liang Muqi is clearly wearing black jeans, the kind with metal embellishments on the sides.

It's completely different from his usual style; I wonder where it was found from.

As if sensing Wen Ying's gaze, Liang Muqi straightened his bent leg and put one hand into his pocket.

"Alright, alright, I know you have long legs." Wen Ying walked over and took the phone from his other hand, muttering, "What's going on? You changed your clothes and suddenly started showing off. Did some video app recommend something you shouldn't be watching?"

As soon as I turned on my phone, a voice came through: "Attention guys! These are the types of outfits you're most likely to make a fashion faux pas with. If you don't want your girlfriend to yell at you for having no taste, hurry up and learn from me!"

Wen Ying scrolled up again; the previous video was an even more detailed outfit tutorial, with detailed instructions on posing for photos and facial expressions. Many people liked and saved it.

“No wonder…” Wen Ying exclaimed in sudden realization.

I wonder what expression Liang Muxi will have when he recalls this day in the future. Someone as reserved as him would never imagine that he has this side to him.

It was a bit childish, and a bit funny. But looking at him, Wen Ying thought that if Liang Muqi had grown up surrounded by love, he might have looked the same way.

Liang Muqi was secretly bending his legs to relax while she lowered her head, but when Wen Yingyi looked over, he immediately stood up straight again.

He lowered his gaze, feigning indifference, and casually observed Wen Ying's expression.

"Very handsome, very good-looking." Wen Ying said to him with a smile, then gestured for Liang Muxi to lower his head a little. "His hair is a bit messy, but with your current expression, he really does look a bit arrogant and unruly."

Liang Muqi also raised the corners of his lips, but after half a second, he remembered that he should be arrogant and unrestrained at this moment, and then put his smile back down.

However, he still lowered his head, and Wen Ying ran her fingertips through his black hair to tidy it up.

"Alright, now you are a clean little sapling," Wen Ying said.

“Sapling.” Liang Muqi repeated the words, looked at Wen Ying, then straightened up, his hands hanging at his sides, and his shoulders raised.

"What are you doing?" Wen Ying looked over in confusion. Liang Muxi's head was almost touching the door frame. "You'll hit your head, won't it hurt?"

“It doesn’t hurt,” Liang Muqi said with a disdainful air. “It’s a sapling.”

"Can a tree still be described as a sapling? It's a towering tree." Wen Ying laughed, beckoning him to lower his head again. "Your hair is messy again..."

"Mmm." Liang Muqi leaned down, returned to her face, and pressed his forehead against hers. "Tian Da Shu."

"It is a towering tree."

“Hmm…” Liang Muqi opened his mouth and practiced simulating the sound in the air for a while, “…Tian Da Shu”.

It was really difficult to keep saying those four words, and the towering tree seemed a little unhappy. Wen Ying felt him rub his leg against her knee.

"..." She glanced down.

In that split second, Liang Muqi caught her perfectly and cupped her face in his hands, saying, "Comfort."

"How do you comfort him?" Wen Ying nudged his leg with her knee. "Just comfort him."

"Touch." Liang Muqi still held her face in his hands, looking straight at her.

Wen Ying nudged him again with her leg: "This counts as touching."

After she finished speaking, she looked at him and raised the corners of her lips leisurely. Liang Muqi paused for a few seconds, then suddenly reached out and grabbed her waist.

Caught off guard, Wen Ying leaned back slightly, but her body didn't touch the ceramic surface of the sink; instead, it landed in Liang Muxi's palm.

Liang Muqi used his knees to separate her legs, pressed his body against hers, lowered his eyes, and said, "Touch me."

"Why does it feel like someone is threatening me?" Wen Ying tried to move her leg, but it was held firmly in place by the person in front of her.

Her chin was touched again. Liang Muqi stared at her without blinking and said only one word: "Touch".

After staring at him for a while, Wen Ying finally turned her face away: "Who would do that..."

He made such a move, yet said things that were completely out of place with the atmosphere around him.

Wen Ying had no choice but to stop teasing him: "Okay, okay, I'll touch you, but you have to let go of me first."

Liang Muqi nuzzled against her neck and stepped back a little. Wen Ying said, "When are you going to end this persona act?" while reaching out her hand.

But before her legs were touched, Liang Muqi took her hand.

"Aren't you going to touch it again?" Wen Ying asked as she was led along behind him.

The cool guy shook his head and led her to the living room.

Liang Muxi patted the sofa, Wen Ying walked over and sat down, and Liang Muxi also sat down. Then, solemnly, he put his legs up on the sofa and looked up at her.

"Go ahead and touch it," Liang Muqi said.

Wen Ying glanced at him, and Liang Muqi, remembering the literacy software, changed his expression again: "Please touch."

"Thank you, you are so polite." Wen Ying placed her hand on his knee. "Not only are you polite, but you also pay attention to the sense of ceremony."

“A sense of ritual.” Liang Muqi leaned to the side and rested on Wen Ying’s shoulder.

Wen Ying kept her promise from before she put on her clothes, touching Liang Muqi's leg for a while through his pants. She thought of the scales in the bathroom and the wounds from when she turned into a fish tail.

I wonder if those scars are also on Liang Muqi's legs. Wen Ying turned her face to look at him, and Liang Muqi narrowed his eyes without any guard up.

Wen Ying pinched the metal buckle on the pants and found that the zipper was not just for decoration. It was a bit like the sweatpants that were popular for a while and were full of buttons. It could be pulled open with a gentle pull.

She pulled up a little bit, secretly vowing to herself that she just wanted to check how badly the injury on her calf was done, but Liang Muqi sensed this movement and readily took her hand.

With a "rip," accompanied by Liang Muqi's generous declaration: "Please touch."

Wen Ying's hand was suspended in mid-air, and she was somewhat at a loss.

Liang Muqi still looked at her expectantly. Wen Ying paused for a moment, then lowered her head to check his wound.

Most of them have scabbed over, with pink skin growing around the edges, scattered like ink spilled on the skin.

Wen Ying wasn't sure if he would have scars in the future, so she decided to order scar removal ointment on her phone later.

She lowered her head in thought, her hand still resting on Liang Muxi, forgetting to move it away.

The latter, at first, was just waiting expectantly for her to make a move, but whether it was because Wen Ying's gaze had been on him for too long or something else, he himself began to feel uneasy.

Liang Muxi felt uncomfortable and restless, yet reluctant to give up touching him. His ears turned red on their own, and Wen Ying didn't look up for a long time. Gradually, Liang Muxi began to blush.

His body automatically heated up beyond its tolerance level, and Liang Muqi's heart was roasted. In that instant, his legs turned back into fish tails.

"He's transformed again, Liang Muqi..." Wen Ying exclaimed in surprise.

Liang Muqi also looked dazed. Wen Ying saw that he was still holding half a piece of fabric in his hand. The handsome pants that Liang Muqi had finally found had instantly turned into pieces.

Before he could react, Wen Ying placed her hand on his scales and preemptively said, "It's okay, we'll buy more and better-looking pants in the future."

Perhaps comforted, or perhaps she had grown up, Liang Muxi did not show a particularly sad expression this time, and was taken back to the bathroom by Wen Ying to be splashed with water.

However, he didn't want to throw away that piece of fabric. He firmly believed that these pants were also treasured by Wen Ying, so even if they were reduced to pieces, they were still worth keeping.

They stayed at home for two more days. Liang Muqi's fish tail turned into legs many times, and then turned back into a tail after Wen Ying touched it.

Wen Ying and he studied the switch for transformation together, but found that the change was completely unpredictable and seemed to be something that Liang Muxi could only control.

Wen Ying made a three-point agreement with him: Liang Muxi, who had returned to human form, could not be touched unless through his pants, but even then, it wouldn't last long. At this time, they could comfort each other with hugs or cuddles.

Liang Muxi learned to bargain, and extended the act of sticking together to sticking palms together, foreheads together, and ears together.

He might have considered adding another part, but after observing Wen Ying's expression, Liang Muxi knew that Wen Ying would most likely not agree.

Liang Muxi had no choice but to wait until they were closer before doing so.

These past two days, Wen Ying accompanied Liang Muxi as they walked slowly in the living room, and later their pace quickened.

Liang Muxi excelled at household chores, diligently mopping the already clean floor, changing the equally clean bed sheets, and even washing and scrubbing her tail in the bathtub.

Wen Ying was a little reluctant to tell him that there was a washing machine at home. After he finished washing clothes again, she gave him a thumbs up as usual and praised him: "Liang Muqi is really a very responsible person!"

Liang Muqi, holding the basin, said, "Hmm!"

He went to the balcony to hang the clothes out to dry. Wen Ying looked at his figure and belatedly realized that her clothes seemed to have been washed by Liang Muqi as well.

She slowly turned her head, covered her face with her hand, and sat on the sofa for a long time. Suddenly, the seat next to her sank down, and Liang Muqi sat down next to her.

Liang Muqi took down the shirt, which had already dried in the sun, and handed it to her.

Wen Ying lowered her head and waved her hand: "There's no need now. I've already put on my clothes. I'll change next time."

Liang Muqi lowered his head and sniffed, then said with a hint of regret, "Okay." He picked up the shirt and walked away.

What are you doing sitting here?

A voice echoed in her mind, and Wen Ying looked up: "Why do you always say this every time you appear?"

[Then I'll try a different approach. Good afternoon, dear host. Have you eaten? If not, I'll buy you something.]

Wen Ying: [Let's not. I can't agree with your taste in food. I still remember that nutrient solution from back then...]

[Everyone has different tastes. Even if your strawberry milk and custard egg are perfect, this system still doesn't like them.] The system snorted.

Liang Muqi came out of the bedroom, picked up his phone, sat back on the sofa, opened the literacy app, and began his daily challenge.

Wen Ying looked at him for a while and said with some emotion, "Some people, even if they turn into small fish, will not lose their enthusiasm for learning. If you don't get first place, who will?"

Liang Muqi took this as a compliment, turned her head and nuzzled against Wen Ying's shoulder, her forehead resting on Wen Ying's arm, her eyes still fixed on her phone screen.

The system let out a surprised shout: "[Someone has condescended to come in second.]"

Wen Ying paused, and before she could speak, the system quickly changed the subject: [Let's get down to business. I got a small invisibility buff from VV. When are you ready? We're going on an adventure to the underwater world.]

"Don't you get annoyed by constantly taking things from VV?" Wen Ying asked.

[Ugh! How dare she complain about me? I don't know who tricked me into spending 100,000 points, and the updated sensor is completely useless!]

When the system started talking about old stories, it got angrier and angrier, and seemed determined to talk nonstop. Wen Ying quickly stopped it and brought it back to the main topic.