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

Upon looking into each other's eyes again, Wen Ying suddenly calmed down.

It turns out that when you muster the courage to look into someone else's eyes, it's not just you who feels uneasy.

The phone rang, breaking the somewhat romantic atmosphere.

"I'll take this call," Wen Ying said, glancing at the screen.

The caller ID showed Zhao Qi. She looked at Chi Ye, and it was clear that he had seen it too.

"I'm sorry." She genuinely felt apologetic and stood up to walk to the side.

Ikeno didn't speak, and looked down at the product selection chart again.

"Hey baby, are you... are you home yet?" Zhao Qi's slurred voice came through the receiver. It was still noisy on his end, obviously they had moved to another location to continue the game.

Wen Ying said, "We've arrived."

She was actually thinking to herself that she wanted to break up with Zhao Qi.

Tonight is a good opportunity to break through. She doesn't like the friends at Zhao Qi's birthday party. Their jokes and meaningful expressions when they were urging her to drink made her uncomfortable.

Moreover... Li Weiwei's hesitant hints also suggest that Zhao Qi has been hiding a lot from her in this relationship.

Zhao Qi was also contacting other people at the same time, possibly "Yan Yan" or other girls.

The system intervened at this moment: [Now is not the right time. Although the male lead's affection for you has exceeded 80%, don't forget, our plot is still stuck at 40%.]

Wen Ying: [But the plot development you provided at the dinner table just now didn't seem to be accurate.]

The meeting was unexpected, but the male protagonist still showed up, albeit to help you out. However, it was precisely because of his presence that we were able to gain the remaining 10% of the progress.

The system analyzed logically and convincingly: "I suggest you follow the plot and continue your relationship with the male supporting character step by step until the male lead makes his move, because currently, only I can provide you with the best guarantee."

Wen Ying sighed; she didn't actually want to agree with the system's last sentence.

But being in the unknown, she had no choice but to go with the flow until she could stabilize herself.

"Why aren't you saying anything..." Zhao Qi was still muttering to himself, calling out names indistinctly, making it impossible to tell whether it was Yingying or Yanyan.

"I have some things to take care of here, you should go to sleep first," Wen Ying said. She was about to hang up the phone.

Zhao Qi persisted: "Then you lull me to sleep. Say 'Goodnight, baby,' and sing me a song..."

After hearing it so many times, Wen Ying finally became numb.

She didn't say goodnight, nor did she call him "baby." Instead, she said into the phone, "Zhao Qi, close your eyes."

Immediately, a loud "thump" came from the other end, followed by a faint shouting: "Why are you sleeping on the floor? This is the toilet, buddy..."

Wen Ying was stunned. When did she learn hypnosis?

A system voice echoed in my mind: "[It was me. Didn't you not want to talk to him? So don't be angry. What I said just now wasn't meant to lecture you.]" The electronic voice tried its best to mimic human warmth.

Wen Ying then said, "I'm not angry."

She didn't show any extra emotions; after hanging up the phone, she sat back down on the sofa.

“He listens to you very well.” Ikeno’s voice rang out as soon as they sat down.

Wen Ying twitched the corner of her mouth: "Maybe he was just sleepy. Young people have such good sleep quality."

“No good,” Chi Ye suddenly said, lowering his eyelashes as Wen Ying looked at him with a puzzled expression. “I’m having trouble sleeping.”

Wen Ying looked at him and smiled awkwardly, wondering why his topic had changed so drastically. Did he also want her to coax him to sleep?

But wait...did he hear what Zhao Qi just said? How come Chi Ye's hearing is so good?

Ikeno continued, "You think it's wrong to abandon your drunk boyfriend and come home with me?"

Wen Ying was bewildered by his series of "okay or not," and stared at him blankly with wide eyes.

Ikeno avoided her gaze, and in the few seconds that she was slightly stunned, he turned his face and gently kissed the corner of her lips.

My first kiss was as light and fleeting as a feather.

Wen Ying's face instantly turned bright red, and for a moment she didn't know how to react: "You..."

Chi Ye, however, acted as if nothing was wrong, brushing aside the hair that was getting in her way, and calmly dropped a bombshell: "But I don't mind."

Then he pinched her chin and kissed her again.

The height difference forced Wen Ying to tilt her head back, and the light from the crystal chandelier shone into her eyes, causing her to close them.

The loss of sight made the surrounding sounds clearer in the darkness: the soft rustling of fabric, the sticky sound of water that had appeared out of nowhere, and the pounding of my heart.

Ikeno called her name, like a patient teacher: "Don't forget to breathe."

Her breath had already been stolen from her mouth, so Wen Ying tried to breathe through her nose, but her face turned bright red from lack of technique.

She passively accepted the plunder, feeling the kiss was as long as an eternity.

When her vision cleared, she found herself held in Chi Ye's arms with one hand, her legs crossed on his lap.

Ikeno wiped the water stains from the corner of her lips with his other hand, and wanted to lower his head again.

Wen Ying placed her hand on his chest: "I'm not coming anymore..."

She thought listlessly that if it happened again, she really wouldn't be able to breathe at all.

Ikeno quietly accepted the rejection, but after a while, he still couldn't resist leaning down, but he didn't kiss her again. He simply lowered his head to her neck and remained still.

He held her in that position for a long time, sitting like a statue.

Wen Ying was in a state of utter confusion.

The brain resumes thinking, but the heartbeat is not normal.

She kept thinking about Ikeno's words, "I don't mind," but she couldn't figure out what exactly he didn't mind.

Is it the existence of Zhao Qi? The possibility that one's heart belongs to someone else? Or is it the so-called constraint of morality?

Thinking she might suffocate, she finally spoke up and asked, "What did you mean by what you just said?"

"Which sentence?" Chi Ye seemed genuinely confused, his voice muffled as he buried his face in her neck, "Don't forget to breathe?"

Wen Ying's temple throbbed. She thought of the kiss just now. Chi Ye was truly as his name suggested, and she wondered where he had learned his unorthodox methods.

"What do you mean by 'you don't mind'?" she asked again.

Ikeno slowly raised his head, and their eyes met again.

Then, amidst the system's deafening alarm, he calmly declared, "I don't mind being the other woman."

Wen Ying thought he was crazy.

He was remarkably calm, and even after glancing at the time, he patiently asked, "It's almost curfew, shall I take you home now?"

Wen Ying's lips trembled, and she subconsciously looked at the open bedroom door.

Chi Ye gently stroked her forehead with his palm and smiled slightly: "You can stay the night if you want, I don't mind."

Wen Ying was about to develop PTSD from his repeated "I don't care" statements. She staggered up from his embrace and said, "You should take me home."

Staying overnight was out of the question; the system was already tearing her apart in her mind, on the verge of becoming unusable.

Wen Ying couldn't understand why an artificial intelligence would get so angry that it was smoking.

The system has completely gone mad. It analyzed a ton of data but still couldn't figure out how things had turned out this way.

Ikeno's affection level has reached 100, but the plot is teetering on the edge of 40%.

The person who should have been hard to win over was now lying beside Wen Ying, pitifully and obediently saying that he was willing to be the third party for love.

This is even more terrifying than a ghost story.