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

As he turned around, Wen Ying was about to follow and find out what was going on, but Zhou Yuxing anticipated her movements, pressed her against his chest, and Wen Ying's cheek was pressed against the wet fabric. She clenched her fist and gently punched him, then punched him hard, before remaining still.

Zhou Yuxing thought she was about to cry again, so he lifted her face to look at it. Finding that no more tears were falling, he let her lean against him and put the coin with the cryptic meaning into his pocket.

"I didn't eat lunch today," Wen Ying suddenly said, her voice muffled. Zhou Yuxing looked down at the head in front of him and patted the top of her head.

He touched her and then stopped. He didn't know why he did it; it was a completely subconscious reaction, just like how he couldn't help but turn around when he saw her come out, reach out to wipe away her tears, and instinctively hug her and pat her back to comfort her when he saw her sad.

This conditioned reflex was even more intense than his reaction to hearing the recording pen. He still couldn't recall anything useful, but some things seemed to be deeply ingrained in his body.

Wen Ying was dissatisfied with his pause, so she pressed down on the back of his hand and tilted her head back to rub against him.

Zhou Yuxing pulled himself out of his brief hesitation, then ruffled her hair, messing up the neatly styled hair she always wore while working: "You didn't eat much tonight, did you?"

Wen Ying nodded: "I only ate half a dumpling." Her tone was quite proud. Zhou Yuxing pretended to pinch her cheek, but she did not dodge, looking very fearless.

"I forgot to buy oil, so I used butter for the dumpling filling, which makes the taste a bit strange. I don't really like it..." Wen Ying's voice was a little unclear as someone pinched her cheek, and she spoke intermittently as she tried to pry Zhou Yuxing's fingers off. "Didn't you taste it?"

"I could tell from the taste."

He let go of her hand, glanced at the messy ingredients in the sink, and then asked Wen Ying for her phone.

Wen Ying, caught off guard, let him reach into his pants pocket. Zhou Yuxing took out his phone and asked, "What's the password?"

Wen Ying said, "It's Zhou Yuxing's birthday."

After she finished speaking, she looked at him with bright, expectant eyes. Zhou Yuxing's fingers paused, and he stared at the screen. After a few seconds of silence, he slowly said, "But he doesn't seem to remember."

Wen Ying was a little stunned and stared blankly at him. Zhou Yuxing turned around and smiled, "Why don't you unlock it yourself? What if there are any secrets inside?"

He was about to hand the phone back when he said that, but Wen Ying didn't take it. She was quite certain that she didn't have any secrets to hide, at least not in front of Zhou Yuxing.

So in the end, she read out the numbers one by one, and Zhou Yuxing pressed the unlock button and ordered cooking oil through the food delivery app.

While waiting for the delivery, they returned to the sofa. Zhou Yuxing searched for recipes on a lifestyle app, while Wen Ying leaned on his arm, watching him awkwardly flip through the pages.

"Aren't you a culinary master?" Wen Ying asked abruptly as he turned page after page. "You've made all of these."

Zhou Yuxing lowered his head and said "Oh," sounding a little unhappy. Wen Ying leaned closer to him, and he curled his fingers as if he wanted to tap her on the forehead, but he didn't.

Instead, Wen Ying grabbed his hand and pressed her forehead against his. Zhou Yuxing gently tapped her and pulled his hand back. Wen Ying murmured, "Ouch."

Zhou Yuxing looked at his hand suspiciously, thinking he hadn't controlled his strength. Just as he was about to apologize, he heard her continue, "Because you always kiss me after you knock this time, but you didn't this time."

He turned his head, and Wen Ying continued to look back at him with an arrogant gaze, clearly having planned this all along.

Calculating the time, Zhou Yuxing had only been here for a dozen minutes, but he had already made eye contact with her many times.

Those clear pupils held many things, like sparkling, leaping musical notes, enveloping him.

Zhou Yuxing knew this should be a familiar piece of music, because there was no aloofness or fear in her eyes towards strangers.

It's about trust.

...and love.

Whom is she looking at through his eyes?

What kind of soul is she longing for through this body?

A dull ache started coming from somewhere above my ribs, accompanied by a subtle sense of happiness that seemed to come from nowhere.

Zhou Yuxing felt that his expression must be very strange at this moment, and might even frighten her, so he lowered his eyes.

He reached out and touched her lips. Wen Ying breathed slowly, almost cautiously, waiting for him to take off his mask. Zhou Yuxing simply placed his thumb above her lips, paused for a few seconds, then turned his head and gave her a slightly obstructed kiss.

Wen Ying had just uttered the word "you..." when her phone suddenly rang. Zhou Yuxing seemed to wake up from a dream and distanced himself from her.

The delivery arrived, but it was stuck in the guard room and couldn't get in. Zhou Yuxing said he was going to get the item, and quickly got up and left. Wen Ying didn't have time to stop him and could only watch his back.

Wen Ying didn't know if he would come back. She left the door open, sat back on the sofa with her knees drawn up, and found herself in complete silence. The warm light in the room shone on her, but Wen Ying suddenly felt a slight chill.

She buried her face in her knees, feeling her eyes start to sting again. Just then, she heard a slight noise at the door. Zhou Yuxing had finished getting his things and returned to the kitchen. A few seconds later, he came back to the living room with a spatula in his hand.

Wen Ying then realized that she was cold because she had forgotten to close the window.

Zhou Yuxing closed the window, turned to look at her, and Wen Ying jumped off the sofa again, following behind him and becoming his clingy little tail once more.

Zhou Yuxing went to wash the vegetables, and she heard the splashing sound of the sink behind him. Zhou Yuxing opened the refrigerator, and Wen Ying also peeked inside.

Zhou Yuxing opened the drawer: "Why is there not a single piece of meat in the refrigerator? There are no sausages either."

Wen Ying said, "I don't like eating this now."

"I knew you were a picky eater. I could feel it when I hugged you just now." Zhou Yuxing turned to look at her and pinched her cheek. "You need to eat a balanced diet."

Wen Ying offered the eggs, which Zhou Yuxing reluctantly accepted. Returning to the table, he casually asked, "Why don't you like eating these anymore?"

Wen Ying did not answer, but watched silently from behind him.

With a hiss, steam rose up. Zhou Yuxing studied it for a while, then turned on the range hood. Amid the rumbling sound, Wen Ying said in a low voice, "Because I once hurt Zhou Yuxing."

Thinking her voice was too soft to be heard, she pulled over a high stool and sat down to supervise the work.

Zhou Yuxing finished cooking and carried her back, chair and all. Wen Ying picked up her chopsticks, and Zhou Yuxing vigorously ruffled her hair. Wen Ying leaned against his chest and heard him say matter-of-factly, "That was his own choice."

Zhou Yuxing's cooking skills seem to have deteriorated; he only cooked a simple bowl of noodles, but the fried egg was still perfectly shaped, like a golden sun.

While Wen Ying was eating noodles, he stood at the other end of the table, turned his back, and finished the plate of dumplings. All eight coins hit Zhou Yuxing's teeth, and even though he didn't feel pain, Zhou Yuxing felt his teeth ache.