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

Zhou Yuxing seemed to want to say something but hesitated, but before he could speak, Wen Ying leaned closer to him and asked, "Have you brushed your teeth?"

The meaning behind those words was easy to understand. Zhou Yuxing immediately swallowed the words that were about to come out, lowered his head, and kissed her on the chin.

Breaths mingled, and the fresh scent of fruit filled the air. Zhou Yuxing's sense of smell came alive for a moment, and he realized it was a grapefruit-scented kiss.

About two or three minutes later, Wen Ying pinched his arm, indicating that she couldn't breathe anymore.

Zhou Yuxing let go of her, and Wen Ying noticed that he was still wearing yesterday's trench coat. Fortunately, the bloodstains were in a very inconspicuous place, and they were not noticeable unless he lifted the collar.

There were a few inconspicuous mud spots on the surface of the clothes, probably from scraping against something downstairs last night. Wen Ying said, "Take this off, there are new ones in the closet."

Zhou Yuxing looked somewhat conflicted, but still carefully took off his coat.

A few coins and a note fell out of his pocket with the movement. Wen Ying picked them up and wanted to hand them to him, but Zhou Yuxing only took the note: "This is the change from the breakfast shop. I took twenty yuan from your wallet when I left."

Wen Ying blinked.

She suddenly remembered Zhou Yuxing's words when he stood by her bedside: "Use your money." Now he emphasized it again, his seemingly calm tone actually carrying a hint of barely perceptible shame.

It was as if he felt guilty for taking her things.

Then I recalled her words of compensation that slipped out last night. It seemed to have hurt someone's feelings...

"I didn't mean to ask you for money last night. I just spoke too impulsively and didn't think before I spoke," Wen Ying said, feeling ashamed.

Zhou Yuxing coughed lightly, a little embarrassed, "I... I don't think I can make it up to you. All I have on me are the eight coins you put in the dumplings."

Wen Ying immediately said, "No, really no," and took a step forward to hug his waist: "Actually, compared to what you gave me before... what I gave you is nothing."

Zhou Yuxing asked doubtfully, "Really?" while looking at the ring on her hand.

Wen Ying knew what he was thinking and slapped him: "This ring was cut from your most treasured possession, it has a lot of meaning, don't compare it to gold and diamonds."

Zhou Yuxing said "Oh" again, then held her hand tightly, squeezing his five fingers inside hers: "I know, the notch on my knife fits it perfectly."

“Yes.” Wen Ying tilted her head back and smiled. “It seems to have been left to you by your father.”

Zhou Yuxing lowered his eyes and slowly stroked the ring with his fingertips.

Wen Ying watched his movements, paused for a moment, and then said, "I didn't originally want to use the amount you've given as an example, after all, relationships aren't a scale. But if I don't explain things to you honestly, you might still feel a little embarrassed, which is understandable. However, you need to get used to it as soon as possible, because I'm willing to spend money on you and can afford it."

Zhou Yuxing rubbed the bridge of his nose and said "okay" in a low voice. He still looked a little uncomfortable, but you could tell from the corners of his mouth that he was secretly enjoying himself.

Wen Ying saw through his intentions but didn't say anything. She pulled him back to the bedroom and opened the wardrobe door: "I've been waiting for Miracle Zhou Yuxing's game to be released for many years. You can't refuse it."

Zhou Yuxing still cooperated and said "okay," his voice becoming even more smug. He couldn't help but lean against her back as he walked, almost stepping on Wen Ying's slippers.

Wen Ying stood next to the wardrobe, and he watched her every move without blinking.

Wen Ying took out the clothes and laid them flat on the bed, preparing to choose the most suitable set. Just as she was about to give the order "Try it on," Zhou Yuxing had already quickly taken off his shirt.

Catching her gaze, he immediately took her hand and guided it to his abs, saying, "Paying for sex is also a form of compensation..."

He says he "can't refuse," but now he doesn't seem to be able to refuse at all.

Zhou Yuxing changed into an outfit that Wen Ying had praised as beautiful with two adjectives, then tidied up the rest of his clothes and put them in the closet.

Wen Ying said that the dirty clothes would be sent to a professional laundry shop, so he felt relieved and put down his sleeves, sat down at the table and had breakfast with her.

Zhou Yuxing wasn't particularly interested in human food, but he still sat at the same table as Wen Ying and imitated her by picking up chopsticks to eat.

I didn't smell the enticing aroma of the custard buns, but I did feel a long-lost sense of warmth.

He suddenly realized that he was fundamentally different from the garbage bag. In Wen Ying's eyes, who had a good memory, even harmful items could be regarded as treasures, and this house was the place that could take him in.

It can be called "home".

Family.

The empty ventricle seemed to briefly come back to life for a few seconds, and Zhou Yuxing involuntarily stopped to feel the subtle tremors.

No one can explain why a cold corpse feels warm when she embraces it, or why her chest overflows with love when she is loved.

Wen Ying turned her head and asked, "What's wrong?"

Zhou Yuxing said "It's nothing," and turned his head to face her. There was a speck of creamy yellow filling on the corner of her mouth. Zhou Yuxing wiped it off with his thumb and saw a small wound underneath.

These are the marks left by his bite.

God knows how terrified he was last night. Wen Ying didn't want to talk about it, and he couldn't show it either. He pretended to be calm and composed, and stared at her all night after she closed her eyes.

His gaze couldn't be too intense, because he didn't want to disturb her sleep; nor could it be too casual, because he had genuinely considered what would happen if she got infected and never woke up again.

Just thinking about it made him feel like he had died again. He hated himself for not being able to control his brain and for setting the password for the bite stopper so simply.

Just like when he took that trench coat without permission, Zhou Yuxing once again cared about the imprint of their relationship and almost did something irreversible.

Thankfully, the wound has healed.

Fortunately.

As he was thinking this, he didn't know how much time had passed. Wen Ying was no longer sitting in the chair, but was lifted up and placed in his arms.

She was still quietly eating breakfast when Zhou Yuxing slowly hugged her tighter, rested his chin on the crook of her neck, turned his face to kiss the tip of her nose, and then said, "I don't know why, but I suddenly feel like I've loved you for many years."

Wen Ying put down her chopsticks, smiled, and replied quickly and softly, "Me too."

After a sticky, greasy meal, Wen Ying, who always values ​​time, almost missed work. Before leaving, she repeatedly told Zhou Yuxing not to climb out of the window and to try to use the front door instead.

After all, she had watched him fall from the tenth floor last night, and Wen Ying never wanted to experience that feeling of her heart pounding in her throat again.

Zhou Yuxing raised his finger and obediently promised that he would cherish this body more in the future and would never let Wen Ying see bloody scenes again.

Wen Ying flicked his forehead: "You must cherish it."

“Okay, as you wish.” Zhou Yuxing grasped her fingers, then changed his mind again: “I will definitely cherish it.”

"Oh, and one more thing..." Wen Ying walked to the door and then turned back, "I got you a cell phone with a SIM card and my number saved in it, but you can't sign for it until nine o'clock, so don't go out too early."

She handed him the pass, and Zhou Yuxing looked at it over and over a few times before stuffing it into his pocket. Wen Ying observed his expression and noticed that he accepted it very quickly this time. He even leaned in to kiss her cheek before she finally pushed open the door and left, satisfied.

As the elevator descended, she saw a red mark on her left cheek in the reflector. She reached out and rubbed it, but instead of removing it, it became more noticeable.

No wonder she was sucking so hard, she must be overjoyed. Wen Ying thought to herself nonchalantly as she took out her mask to cover the corners of her mouth, which were also slightly upturned.