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

Before Wen Ying had finished eating her noodles, Zhou Yuxing had already washed the plate of dumplings and cleaned the pot.

After turning off the tap, he stood by the window for a while, seemingly lost in thought.

Wen Ying didn't like looking at his back, so she walked over to him with her bowl. Zhou Yuxing turned his head back and asked, "Have you finished eating?"

Wen Ying handed the bowl to him for inspection: "You've finished eating, even the soup."

His tone sounded like he was asking for praise, so Zhou Yuxing smiled and said, "That's amazing." Then he naturally took the bowl, pressed the detergent, and put it under the sink to rinse.

Wen Ying stood beside him without moving or speaking. Zhou Yuxing wondered if she had caught a cold from the wind, so he wiped his hands on his clothes and touched her forehead.

But because it couldn't feel the temperature, it quickly withdrew.

He carried Wen Ying back to the sofa. Wen Ying bumped her head on the remote control and winced. Zhou Yuxing looked at her with amusement, picked up the remote control, and said to her, "Let's watch some TV. I haven't watched TV in a long time."

I randomly switched to a channel, and the television broadcasted: "Now we're turning our attention to the scene. This used to be one of the most prosperous areas in the United States. Its former glory is still vivid in our minds, but now only ruins remain..."

The video shows a group of people wandering among the ruins. They refused to leave even when driven away by the police. Instead, they held up banners and charged forward in agitation, muttering something under their breath.

The reporter's camera panned across the scene before quickly moving away, a hint of sigh tinged with professionalism in his voice: "They lost loved ones here. Among them was a Chinese woman who came from a poor, underdeveloped mountain village, yet she was admitted to the best university, overcoming numerous obstacles to get here..."

"...More than seventy-two hours have passed since the accident, and to this day, we still have not received a sufficiently convincing and reasonable explanation..."

Zhou Yuxing placed his hands on the sofa, lowered his eyes, and saw that the person who had been standing there blankly for two minutes was now sitting up straight, with his brows slightly furrowed and a somewhat serious expression on his face.

Wen Ying was staring at the TV and didn't notice his gaze. Zhou Yuxing leaned back and quietly watched her for a while.

Although he lacked memories to compare with, his mind was out of control, forcibly ordering him to trace every detail of Wen Ying's hair, her coiled legs, and even the inconspicuous little mole hidden by her collar on the back of her neck.

Zhou Yuxing disliked forceful orders, but at this moment he inexplicably didn't want to refuse, just as he indulged himself in staying in this room, and also indulged his gaze.

Perhaps it can't be called "indulgence".

Because he was only looking at her back.

When the news started talking about topics that Wen Ying wasn't interested in, she asked curiously, "Why are you staring at me like that?"

Zhou Yuxing then looked away, lowered his eyes, and said casually, "Probably because I haven't looked at it in a long time."

He felt he should leave, but he didn't really want to. Wen Ying's gaze followed him the whole time. If Zhou Yuxing suddenly left, she might cry again.

Zhou Yuxing had never seen anyone with such shallow eyelids. The thin layer couldn't hold back the raging flood. One second they were fine, and the next they started to turn pink and red, with tears constantly falling.

She always appears aloof and composed in front of others, and speaks fluently and eloquently with her subordinates, but when facing Zhou Yuxing, Wen Ying easily becomes emotionally vulnerable, choking up and unable to utter a complete sentence, only able to tightly grip the hem of his clothes.

It's like a child who hasn't grown up, or a small animal that can't leave its parents and can't live independently.

Zhou Yuxing thought that guy named "Zhou Yuxing" was really lucky. Even though he was completely dead, there were still people who cared about him, missed him, loved him, and shed tears for him. It was so enviable.

He unconsciously scrubbed the floor harder, making a "creaking" sound. Wen Ying was attracted by the sound and slid off the sofa. She squatted down in front of him, not saying anything or offering to help, but just staring at his hands.

Wherever Zhou Yuxing's finger landed, Wen Ying's gaze followed. He couldn't help but say, "The cat toy is in the kitchen, hurry up and take it out to play with."

Wen Ying didn't understand Zhou Yuxing's lame joke. She reached out and placed her hand on his wrist. Zhou Yuxing paused and saw her gently lift her hand and examine it in front of her.

"When did you get these scars on your hands?" Wen Ying asked, glancing at him hesitantly. "But... in my dream, you didn't have a single wound on your body."

Zhou Yuxing said, "Really?" He withdrew his hand and placed it back on the floor cloth, saying calmly, "Maybe it's because this isn't a dream."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Ying stared in disbelief for several seconds. Zhou Yuxing wanted to say, "If you don't play with the cat toy, we can mop the floor together," but Wen Ying pounced on him, hung on his back, and hooked her arms around his neck.

Strangely, Zhou Yuxing felt a continuous stream of heat coming from behind him.

The person who would shiver after walking a short distance outside actually possessed an explosive heat inside. Zhou Yuxing was shocked by this heat and was stunned for about half a minute.

It wasn't until Wen Ying subtly hooked his mask with her little finger that he realized what was happening, took her hand back down, and placed it above his collarbone: "Behave yourself."

Wen Ying asked, feeling wronged, "Why are you covering your face?" She then hugged his neck and said, "Even if you become less attractive, I will never dislike you."

Zhou Yuxing swallowed the words, "If I could, I'd like to cover my eyes too," and gave another reply: "Because I might lose my mind and eat you like a cake."

He stood up and gently took her arm to prevent her from falling.

Wen Ying skillfully hooked her leg around his waist and put her finger to his lips: "Then you can eat it, I'm willing."

He seemed very generous, and his tone of voice could easily mislead people.

Zhou Yuxing turned his head, and Wen Ying's eyes were completely unguarded, as if no matter what he did, she would not see it as harm, but as intimacy.

He was carrying someone who was drunk and couldn't speak coherently, but Zhou Yuxing was very sober and changed the subject: "You haven't cleaned this room much, have you? It's covered in dust with every touch."

"How could that be?" Wen Ying clung to him and touched the cabinet door, but her fingertips were clean. "It was cleaned just a few days ago."

Zhou Yuxing said "Oh," and then added, "You definitely didn't clean it yourself."

That hit the nail on the head, and Wen Ying became somewhat hesitant: "I can be quite diligent sometimes..."

Zhou Yuxing chuckled and then guessed, "Did that person named Ye Weihan help you clean?"

The person behind him remained silent, but Zhou Yuxing spoke up on his own, calmly stating, "He's so good to you."