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

Wen Ying forgot to speak, staring at the ten-centimeter-long scar for a long time, unable to look away.

No wonder I couldn't sense him.

Zhou Yuxing, who had become a walking corpse, had also lost his heart.

Was he alive or already dead at that time?

“It’s soft when you don’t use force, and hard when you use force,” Zhou Yuxing continued enthusiastically.

He still spoke in that teasing tone, and Zhou Yuxing, who had lost his senses, was much more oblivious than before. He didn't notice the strange reaction of the person lying in his arms and thought she was still drunk.

Just as he couldn't tell if the filling of a dumpling was bad, Zhou Yuxing couldn't tell if the scent emanating from Wen Ying was alcohol or car air freshener. His counter-surveillance awareness was completely shattered, and he was always being deceived by the same person.

Wen Ying sniffed and said, "I know, I've touched it many times."

However, following Zhou Yuxing's instructions, I poked his pectoral muscles.

"..." Zhou Yuxing narrowed his peach-blossom-shaped eyes slightly and covered his forehead with his hand.

Wen Ying didn't notice his expression. Because it had been so long since she had touched him, she squeezed him a few more times out of nostalgia.

But less than half a minute later, Zhou Yuxing moved her hand away.

Wen Ying looked up at him, a question mark appearing in her eyes, "Didn't you tell me to touch it?"

Zhou Yuxing refused to meet his gaze or answer, instead glancing uncomfortably elsewhere.

He wore that mask again today, and Wen Ying couldn't see his full expression. She pursed her lips and eagerly reached out her hand.

Zhou Yuxing's vigilance was almost zero tonight, and Wen Ying was easily caught without his grasp on her wrist.

The mask fell off, but only half of it, revealing a face that still retained the innocence of youth, with pale skin and long, thin eyes tinged with a heavy pink, as if they had been smudged.

Wen Ying raised her hand and touched it, not understanding how someone whose body was ice-cold could blush.

Her gaze slid down and landed on the metal bite stopper.

“I guessed you were going to launch a sneak attack, so I was prepared,” Zhou Yuxing said slowly.

As he spoke, the chain on one side of the bite stop swayed and hit Wen Ying's ring.

Zhou Yuxing stared at the TV for a while, letting the news broadcast go in one ear and out the other, suppressing the uncontrollable urge to devour something before turning around.

Wen Ying leaned against him, her shirt buttons completely hidden.

Zhou Yuxing gently lifted her down, and she immediately grabbed his sleeve, showing a hurt expression.

"Straighten your clothes. Being so disheveled makes me look very unreserved," Zhou Yuxing explained.

He looked down, and before he had finished fastening the first button, Wen Ying automatically returned, this time even closer, and sat on his lap.

Zhou Yuxing paused, muttered to himself, "Never mind, I guess I'm not exactly reserved anyway," and haphazardly knocked down a few coins before giving up.

Wen Ying gazed quietly at the face so close to hers. After the heartache of their long-awaited reunion, she instinctively felt curious about everything about Zhou Yuxing.

The same goes for his body.

This young face did not bear the bloody features of a typical zombie. Wen Ying touched his back and found that the abrasions had healed.

The dried bloodstains remained on her fingertips, which Zhou Yuxing wiped clean with a tissue.

His movements were meticulous, and his expression was very serious. Apart from the lack of a heartbeat and body temperature, he looked no different from an ordinary person.

When Wen Ying touched his Adam's apple, he would exhale deeply, his throat vibrating, giving a slightly embarrassed response: "It's strange, I feel like you burned me."

Wen Ying placed her hand back on his chest and asked, "Is this area also burned?"

Zhou Yuxing paused in his wiping motion, crumpled the tissue into a ball, held it in his palm, and after a moment, gave an unnatural "hmm".

Wen Ying smiled at him, lifted the tattered fabric, and looked at his chest.

Zhou Yuxing couldn't help but reach out to cover it. For some reason, he felt an unspeakable shame at being seen by her.

He brushed the back of his hand against her eyelashes, his voice muffled: "Don't keep staring...it's ugly."

“It’s not ugly,” Wen Ying said softly, taking his hand away from his eyes. “Didn’t you say before that scars are like medals?”

It sounded like something he would have said in the past, but Zhou Yuxing hesitated slightly. This ugly scar was probably not a medal, but a mark of failure.

Of course, this was just a subconscious feeling, and he didn't know how to describe it precisely. Wen Ying didn't need him to speak; she leaned forward slightly and covered him with her entire palm.

This time, Zhou Yuxing wasn't burned; instead, it felt like being injected with warm water.

The person before me lowered their head, and a kiss slowly landed on my heart.

Zhou Yuxing stood frozen in place, but his long-silent heart began to throb with a barely perceptible tremor.

His gaze was complex, and he involuntarily looked at Wen Ying's carotid artery. The desire that had been forcibly suppressed began to stir again, as if something was about to burst forth.

Wen Ying raised her head, and Zhou Yuxing pursed his lips tightly, trying to turn away.

But Wen Ying grabbed his chin, her tone pitiful: "You always avoid my gaze, is it because you no longer like me?"

Zhou Yuxing could only look directly at her, suppressing the anxiety that spread throughout his body, and said, "No..."

“I don’t think so either,” Wen Ying murmured, her fingertips pressing against her bleeding lips through the bite stopper.

Zhou Yuxing trembled suddenly, his pupils contracted sharply, and his direct gaze met hers.

“Because you still react to me,” Wen Yingying said, gently touching his lips, her voice soft as a whisper. She wasn't afraid. “You want to devour me. Is this reaction only with me? Like how I used to do with you—”

Before she could finish speaking, Zhou Yuxing suddenly grabbed her wrist and forced her down onto the sofa.

Sharp fangs gradually grew, only to be suppressed and pushed back to their original position. Willpower and instinct clashed, producing a harsh grinding sound.

Zhou Yuxing's mind was in turmoil, but his gaze remained clear: "But I'm different from before."

He changed his tone, and he knew he wasn't drunk.

Wen Ying tried to move her wrist, but couldn't break free. Zhou Yuxing didn't ease up his grip, and she even felt her bones hurting from being squeezed.

“Zhou Yuxing…”

"I know you've been waiting a long time."

Wen Ying blinked and heard Zhou Yuxing say in a low voice, "The Zhou Yuxing of the past was a bastard. He broke his promise and failed to return to you alive. I apologize to you on his behalf."

The curve of Wen Ying's lips slowly flattened: "So you came back just to say this to me?"

“I came back…” Zhou Yuxing struggled to recall the reason he had prepared last night, “to return the clothes.”

"This one you're wearing?" Wen Ying asked expressionlessly, sliding her hand down his shoulder blade. "I felt dust and bloodstains, and the tag is missing. How do you plan to compensate me?"

Zhou Yuxing was silent for a moment, and then the person in front of him spoke.

"How long did you stay here yesterday? An hour? Or two hours? You cooked, cleaned, and even put me to sleep. Did you think I wouldn't remember once I woke up?"

Her lips moved, but she no longer smiled.

His gaze was scrutinizing, appearing exceptionally cold.

Zhou Yuxing stood frozen in place, his mind becoming chaotic, hallucinations appearing before his eyes, as if she had pierced his chest, and intense pain surged into his empty heart.

"Now that they see I'm not drunk, they immediately changed their attitude..."

It was that same look in his eyes, filled with deep disappointment.

Despite having anticipated this scenario, Zhou Yuxing still felt uncontrollably anxious.

His eyelids twitched spasmodically, the urge to escape taking over, and he looked towards the window—

"Perhaps I asked the wrong question just now," Wen Ying's voice suddenly rang out again.

Whether it was Zhou Yuxing's imagination or not, the coldness transformed into a wet blade, but instead of being aimed at his chest, it was aimed at her own.

Is it because you don't like who you are now?

Zhou Yuxing was stunned and looked down at her.

The mist blurred her vision as she gently greeted him, "I know, I've changed a lot. My speech is no longer interesting, not as fun as before, and might even be a little annoying."

Zhou Yuxing's lips moved, and he subconsciously said, "No..."

But Wen Ying continued on her own: "But four years have passed. I can't stay the same forever. I can't drink every day, pretend to be pitiful and cute under the influence of alcohol, and pretend to be ignorant and helpless like before, waiting for you to help me... If I can't wait for you, and I'm unwilling to grow up, who else can save me?"

Zhou Yuxing gazed at her intently for a long time, for the first time without looking away. He heard himself ask uncontrollably, "So you're waiting for me again? Every time... are you looking at me?"

Wen Ying's gaze trembled slightly, as if she were choking up. She turned her head to the side and tried to wipe her eyes with the sofa cushion.

“Now.” Zhou Yuxing turned her face to face him. “The me in front of you has no normal emotions. I’m just a walking corpse, or maybe not even a corpse. I can’t walk openly with you like we used to… like any other couple.”

Wen Ying struggled to free her wrist, but could not break free, and breathed heavily.

Zhou Yuxing wasn't much better off than her. He slowly exhaled before he could continue, "Even when we're alone together, I have to wear something to suppress my madness, because I could hurt you at any moment..."