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

He had already changed into his pajamas from the closet, and was sitting on the edge of the bed, holding Wen Ying's wrist with one hand.

Wen Ying moved a little further inside, and the arm that was being pulled straightened, causing Zhou Yuxing to grip it even tighter.

She looked up at him, but Zhou Yuxing was still staring at the small hole in her lips. As if sensing her gaze, he slowly moved his eyes upward.

The two stared at each other silently for a few seconds. Zhou Yuxing lowered his head, coughed lightly, bent his knees, and got onto the bed, lying down in the spot she had vacated.

Wen Ying rolled around again, getting a little closer to him, but still a short distance away.

She felt the hand holding her wrist twitch. Zhou Yuxing gently rubbed her pulse with his thumb. Perhaps because she didn't react in time, he turned to the side, pressed down on her neck, and pulled her into his arms.

The gap of less than ten centimeters disappeared instantly.

Wen Ying lay quietly in his arms for a few seconds, then heard Zhou Yuxing ask, "Should we turn off the lights?"

Just as she was about to speak, her teeth suddenly hit the button on his shirt. The plastic button was surprisingly hard; how come she hadn't noticed it when she bought the shirt?

Wen Ying's front teeth ached, and in retaliation, she bit open Zhou Yuxing's button. Zhou Yuxing let her do as she pleased, placing his palm on the back of her head and gently stroking it.

“Let’s just keep driving like this. I want to keep watching you,” Zhou Yuxing said softly.

"Aren't you going to sleep?" Wen Ying looked up.

Zhou Yuxing lowered his eyes, brushed the hair from her forehead to one side, and kissed her. "I don't need sleep."

He did look very energetic. Wen Ying was so tired that she could barely lift a finger, but Zhou Yuxing was able to carry her to the bathroom and take care of everything, from bathing and washing her hair to cleaning.

Wen Ying was a little curious about where all his energy came from, so she asked him, "What do you eat every day?"

"I eat about the same as you usually do. I don't have much of a sense of taste, and I rarely feel hungry."

Wen Ying said "Oh," and muttered, "Then you've never eaten a person, have you?"

She still cares a lot about this, as if "whether or not someone has bitten another person" can prove their specialness and uniqueness.

Zhou Yuxing paused for a few seconds, as if he was thinking.

Before he could answer, Wen Ying covered his mouth again, indicating that she didn't need an answer.

“Never mind,” she said. “You don’t remember anything from before you woke up anyway.”

Zhou Yuxing resisted the urge to grow fangs and kissed her palm: "No."

Although they had recently enjoyed an unhindered intimacy, he did not seem satisfied.

Perhaps this is a negative trait caused by genetic mutation; he has degenerated into a simple-minded creature that believes that only by biting and not letting go can one achieve the most complete possession.

He doesn't have a similar possessiveness towards others, which can be judged by the time he spends waking up from his slumber.

He picked up a knife and chased after Ah Qi because not only was he howling like a banshee in the dead of night, but he had also poured two cases of beer over his head without spilling a drop. As for the group of people in the lab—

When Zhou Yuxing met with them, his attention was focused on the recording pen. Apart from that, only the sentence "You've been abandoned" entered his ears.

He had long since realized from the strange or fearful looks of others that he was a monster; his heart was empty, and naturally, it could not hold any emotions.

But the person in charge gave a meaningful look and said, "I've seen many people like this, cowardly and timid, full of lies... It's not worth suffering for such a past."

He was stabbed in the throat for saying that one thing, but it wasn't deep. Zhou Yuxing had no intention of killing him. He just felt that the past, forgotten in the old era, was something he himself couldn't even remember whether it was good or bad, so what right did others have to judge it?

Moreover, the name "Wen Ying" actually came from someone else's mouth. For some reason, he felt a surge of hostility. When he came to his senses, the smile on the person in charge's face had turned into fear, and he was clutching his bleeding collar and backing away step by step.

Zhou Yuxing didn't even have time to say a perfunctory "sorry" before he was ushered out like a plague.

He took the recording pen with him when he left, and in the chaos of the lab, no one noticed.

Later, Ah Qi made a replica for him and put it back. When he entered and exited the lab again, the group of people were fully armed, a stark contrast to Zhou Yuxing, who was carrying a broken knife.

This puzzled him. Surely people who had experienced the apocalypse wouldn't have never seen a zombie. This group dared to experiment on the mutated vines and raise them with corpses and drugs, yet they remained tight-lipped about Zhou Yuxing, who also had the potential to go mad.

Zhou Yuxing told Wen Ying what had happened after he woke up, intending to tell it as a bedtime story, but before he could finish, his arms suddenly felt empty.

Wen Ying crawled out of his arm, and in her haste, she stepped on his body, causing Zhou Yuxing to take half a minute to react before stiffly and slowly sitting up.

Looking towards the living room, Wen Ying had already picked up her phone from the coffee table and started making a call.

Zhou Yuxing propped himself up on the edge of the bed with one hand, staring at her lips as she spoke and at her slightly furrowed brow as she thought.

Perhaps his gaze was too intense for Wen Ying to ignore, so she looked at him.

Then she smiled and beckoned with her finger.

Zhou Yuxing didn't even notice his still-disheveled buttons. When he came to his senses, he was already standing behind her, with his arms around her waist and his chin resting on her shoulder.

He wanted to ask, "Why did you call me?" but worried about disturbing her, so he turned his head and gently bit her earlobe.

Although it wasn't serious, it was a little itchy. Wen Ying patted his cheek, signaling him to behave.

Zhou Yuxing stopped talking and instead picked her up and placed her on his lap.

Wen Ying seemed to be making a phone call to a work partner, but her tone of voice didn't sound like she was talking to a colleague from the Supernatural Abilities Bureau. Instead, it sounded like she was talking to someone she knew and trusted better.

“Yes, they have taken the unidentified creature from the forest away. It seems to be a vine with its own consciousness,” Wen Ying said. “Do you remember the scientist on Angel Island who first tried FOM? She gained the ability to manipulate plants, and later she became a vegetable… But that’s just the official story. At that time, the order was being rebuilt, and all the information was incomplete. No one knew whether she was alive or dead. It is said that she had no relatives, so no one knew which sanatorium she was in.”

The person on the other end said something, and Wen Ying hummed in agreement, saying, "We'll discuss it in detail when we meet," before hanging up the phone.